I don’t think people love me.
They love versions of me I
have spun for them, versions
of me they have construed
in their minds.
The easy versions of me,
the easy parts of me to love.
Columbian artist Lola has a knack for painting over sordid polaroid photographs, leaving everything and nothing to the imagination all at once
Yara Bashraheel (via elenamjacobs)
as someone who has never felt home sick, as it refers to the physical place of home, this resonates
Unknown (via psyche-goddess)
i wonder what this says about selfies..