Greta Ann Myers

tales of a love, sex, art, clothes. all equally important. not necessarily in that order.

In the spring of her twenty-second year, Sumrie fell in love for the first time in her life. An intense love, a veritable tornado sweeping across the plains-flattening everything in its path, tossing things up in the air, ripping them to shreds, crushing them to bits.

—Haruki Murakami, Sputnik Sweetheart (via an-itinerant-poet)

Love is so short, forgetting is so long.

—Pablo Neruda (via observando)

It is good to love many things, for therein lies the true strength, and whosoever loves much performs much, and can accomplish much, and what is done in love is well done.

—Vincent van Gogh (via observando)

When you start to really know someone, all their physical characteristics start to disappear. You begin to dwell in his energy, recognize the scent of their skin. You see only the essence of the person, not the shell. That’s why you can’t fall in love with beauty. You can lust after it, be infatuated by it, want to own it. You can love it with your eyes and body but not your heart. And that’s why, when you really connect with a person’s inner self, any physical imperfections disappear, become irrelevant.

—Lisa Unger (via 16augusts)

(Source: psych-facts, via hotbrewedcoffee)


My friend saw this in the city the other day


My friend saw this in the city the other day

My parents warned me about the drugs in the streets but never the ones with hazel eyes and a heartbeat.

—“For him" series #2 (via unpoeticheartbreak)

(via fnaste)