I Know No One Really Cares Buuut.....

Masahisa Fukase, Yoko, 1974

Fukase almost exclusively photographed his wife, Yoko, for 13 years until their breakup, afterwards obsessively photographing ravens,as symbols of his grief.

Fukase died in 2012,  having been in a coma for 20 years following a near-fatal fall down the stairs of his favorite bar in 1992. Yoko visited him twice a month throughout his long limbo – though, heartbreakingly, he would have been unaware of her presence.

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𝙾𝚌𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟻, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟷 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙳𝚒𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝙾𝚏 𝙵𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚣 𝙺𝚊𝚏𝚔𝚊, 𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟶 -𝟷𝟿𝟷𝟹

it should be a law that if it’s raining and you wake up feeling comfy in bed you shouldn’t have to answer to any of your obligations

This is what I want my life to be...

Yes..yes please...ლ(ಥ Д ಥ )ლ

not to flirt or anything but what if we hold hands while we’re getting coffee and then you suggest we go to the library

Exactly 👏 say.it.louder.to.those.at.the.back.

“When a person tells you that you hurt them, you don’t get to decide that you didn’t.”

— Louis C.K.

I want it to be October again

Charlotte Brontë, from “Jane Eyre”

I hate that ppl know of me in real life. People know who I am and know me by name. And it’s so scary.

Yet I still like people and I still talk to people.