goddamn you half-japanese girls.

my name is diane • i'm late to almost everything


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“A passionate woman is worth the chaos.”

— (via mrsclarkkent)

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heavenly father // bon iver

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Anniversary weekend in Paris was pure magic.

Snapshots. A summer of green places and lush blooms, clear water and cold gin.


This is my Greece | The island of Sifnos by the inspirational photographer Carla Coulson


This is my Greece | The island of Sifnos by the inspirational photographer Carla Coulson

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“I still get very high and very low in life. Daily. But I’ve finally accepted the fact that sensitive is just how I was made, that I don’t have to hide it and I don’t have to fix it. I’m not broken.”

Glennon Doyle Melton’s Lessons from the Mental Hospital Ted Talk (via thatkindofwoman)

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This is nice.

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My mind is in America today (specifically, at my favorite bar)

“What’s your favorite thing about her?"
“She still gets giddy when she sees a firefly.”

— in humans of new york  (via thatkindofwoman)

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“Take it all back. Life is boring, except for flowers, sunshine, your perfect legs. A glass of cold water when you are really thirsty. The way bodies fit together. Fresh and young and sweet. Coffee in the morning. These are just moments. I struggle with the in-betweens. I just want to never stop loving like there is nothing else to do, because what else is there to do?”

— Pablo Neruda (via sixambootycall)

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“It seems very safe to me to be surrounded by green growing things and water.”

— Barbara Kingsolver (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

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“I don’t have a favorite season. I have a favorite feeling. It’s the windows down, silent back roads with dirty bare feet feeling. It’s when I can walk straight outside without pausing to fish out a jacket. It is curtains dancing around my room because of the cool breeze that pushes against its fabric. It is sunsets after dessert and grass as my pillow. The sound of lawnmowers, falling leaves, and rain against the window. Pockets of shade and walks along a gravel road.”

— (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)