Then said Almitra, Speak to us of Love.

Nine sisters beside the lake by {no rest for the wicked} on Flickr.

Sault Saint Marie | Michigan (by 張青)

ELLE 1957
Photo by George Dambier

Gotthard Schuh, Sunday Afternoon on the Lake Maggiore, 1961
The truth is that the more intimately you know someone, the more clearly you’ll see their flaws. That’s just the way it is. This is why marriages fail, why children are abandoned, why friendships don’t last. You might think you love someone until you see the way they act when they’re out of money or under pressure or hungry, for goodness’ sake. Love is something different. Love is choosing to serve someone and be with someone in spite of their filthy heart. Love is patient and kind, love is deliberate. Love is hard. Love is pain and sacrifice, it’s seeing the darkness in another person and defying the impulse to jump ship.
The Great Kamryn 
(via mindplayintricks)

(Source: both-seeker-and-sought, via underthecarolinamoon-deactivate)


Fisherman & Cats by zoonabar on Flickr.
stop it, you.
You either like me or you don’t. It took me twenty-something years to learn how to love myself, I don’t have that kinda time to convince somebody else.
Daniel Franzese (via sstarfleets)

(Source: durianquotes, via motherof-kittens)


Elizabeth Taylor - 1956

Steps to the light by ~BubbleguN-oo on deviantART στο We Heart It.

Little Skellig, County Kerry, Ireland (by Vincent Besanceney)

暖かい by gtr34rv [失落中] on Flickr.