sabino:

by alex mazurov

I’m a gal who has spent more of her life waiting than living.
Let’s get moving, changing, forget the loving for now.

sabino:

by carlos pereira

It’s four am and I’ve woken-
With a start, without reason.
These were the times, not long ago,
That I missed your breath on my neck the most.
But I’ve changed,
As everything has,
And now I can feel the rain.
I can sleep where I wish,
Turn every which way.
My god, I’m happy
To be exactly here,
Precisely now,
And utterly alone.
Can you feel it?

At one point, all of the sudden, I lost the need I’ve felt for my entire young adulthood to be loved.
I lost the need I’ve always felt to lend my love to somebody without question or qualm.
I’ve found myself content with nothing but my thoughts.
Someday, I’ll find my priorities are straight again.
But for now, this’ll do just fine.

audreyhepburncomplex:

Michelle Williams by Annie Leibovitz for Vogue US October 2011

Thank you, happiness, for finding me. I’m not sure I’ve ever been so excited to be alone, to have no idea of what tomorrow will bring.

So, this is what peace feels like, huh?

Being a grown-up is hard.

“I think we are one of those couples with a long story, when people ask how we found each other.”

I am neither lying, nor exaggerating, nor the least bit unsure when I say this: I am a much better person than you. I could never do the things you’ve done, those things that lack a moral compass, a pure heart. In every situation I encounter, boundaries are made, they are not ignored, they are not set aside. You are absolutely nothing other than a child for whom these boundaries seem not to exist. You try to claim maturity, but we can all smell your facade. 

Let me say this: Yes, you got the boy. Congratulations! You’ve won a prize fit for your means of receiving it. By beginning in betrayal and a puzzle of lies, you’ve entwined your heart with that of another liar, another expert of betrayal. Many days (though none recently,) I’ve thought of appropriate punishments (in a sense of karma, if you will) for what you’ve done. I’ve loathed you to an extent where I feel as if my kind, full heart has been emptied, drained, dried, blackened. After much bitter contemplation, I realized that you are preparing your own punishment. This fantastic, humorous, beautiful boy is a drug, you see. He will kill some part of you someday.

I’d have to be a liar to say I’ve never really been in love. And you’d have to be a Damn fool to believe me.

Oh, Summer, you haven’t let me down.

So happy that Brianne is home, and we’re running around in the sun.