

It’s not real love. And I only care about real love.
Now that I’m older, I really appreciate the artistry within the Chinese language. So much history and thoughts and stories gone into each one. Putting them alongside each other, on top of the other, swapping the sequencing around… all produce different and yet completely logical interpretations.
This is an excellent teaser for those who are interested in learning Chinese. It’s a beautiful, worthwhile language, for those willing to understand it.
Being skinny would actually solve 90% of my problems
37K notes. For real.

I appear to be in the small minority of people who function best in the mornings. Probably because I wake up so damn early, plagued by whispers of the most ridiculous, insignificant thoughts.

big blue (by Juuju)
Today has been an exhausting but astonishingly beautiful day.
Exactly what I needed.

Beachy Head, South Downs, UK
The third most popular suicide spot in the world. It’s terrible to know that people can feel so helpless in such a beautiful place.
Sometimes you realise you can be too polite, too gentle, too ‘nice’ to certain people, that even good/best friends take advantage of that.
Maybe it doesn’t even cross their mind, what they’re doing. Maybe it’s me being ridiculous nit-picky over the smallest details - like picking up a frickin’ pea off the floor. But for me, it signals the balance has been tipped to one side which is unfair and need to be readjusted.
/foul mood