Here we are, trapped in the amber of the moment. There is no why.
I exist, that's all. And that particular trouble is so vague, so metaphysical, that I am ashamed of it.
My name is Emily.
When they ask me what excites me in life, I think it over and I realize my only interest is in human beings. In an exhibit, in a film, in a book, I’m always looking for stories, stories of lives, those that have a person as their core. Clémence Poésy
(Source: coursdepoesy)
David Bowie, 1980
(Source: glass-and-glue)
partybarackisinthehousetonight:
pro tip: fill the piñata with absolutely nothing to prepare your kids for the letdowns of adulthood
