Loose Pieces of Sky

Catarina, 19, Lisboa

A book lover, a voracious eater, a Disney girl, a feminist, an easily-recognised Pisces, a Lisbon lover, believer in kindness, unicorns and fairytales. Fan of Harry Potter, Celine Dion, Adele, Downton Abbey, Castle and all things vintage... Enjoy =)

tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #904 by Tyler Knott Gregson
*It’s official, my book, Chasers of the Light, is out! You can order it through Amazon, Barnes and Noble, IndieBound or Books-A-Million *

tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #904 by Tyler Knott Gregson

*It’s official, my book, Chasers of the Light, is out! You can order it through Amazon, Barnes and Noble, IndieBound or Books-A-Million *

Long I have traveled,
and broken now are my feet,
can I rest with you?


O maior erro que podemos cometer, nisto do amor, é dá-lo como garantido. Está ali, sossegadinho, bonitinho, tudo perfeitinho, tudo arrumadinho, tudo como dá jeito, já o conquistámos e agora podemos descansar desta cruzada que se chama conquista.
erro crasso.
Mais cedo, ou mais tarde, ele, o senhor amor, reclama aquele gesto, aquela palavra, aquele beijo, aquele “gosto muito de ti”, aquele olhar de paixão, de admiração, de desejo, de unicidade. aquela surpresa, aquela mensagem do nada, aquele “vamos?”, aquele impulso de fazer tudo como se não houvesse amanhã… tudo porque o amor, o verdadeiro, não se dá bem com o vizinho comodismo. Nunca se deram bem e nunca se darão. É como água e azeite. Quem os consegue juntar?


interiorslime:

Your best memories tucked away in the best wall of vintage suitcases.

interiorslime:

Your best memories tucked away in the best wall of vintage suitcases.

blackpicture:

Alfred Eisenstaedt A young couple enjoying lunch on the Right Bank of the Seine, just below Notre Dame. Paris (1963)

blackpicture:

Alfred Eisenstaedt
A young couple enjoying lunch on the Right Bank of the Seine, just below Notre Dame. Paris (1963)

carl-zetterberg:

Evolution of the desk.

This is depressive…

carl-zetterberg:

Evolution of the desk.

This is depressive…

I am the girl who prefers to spend her Friday night curled up with her pillow, reading a good novel, and I am also the girl who likes to go out on a Saturday night and dance until the DJ plays his last song. I am the girl who wants to wear beat up converses and an oversized sweatshirt, and I am also the girl who owns over sixty dresses and too many shoes to count. Why did it become okay to say one is better than the other? Because I am all of that.

Ming D. Liu, What is “better?”

Me, In a nutshell

(via cuna-e)