(via cpariseau)

Instant crush on all girls with fair skin complexion and candy-colored hair.

In love with this Ferm LIVING dinner set.

JULIETTE HOGAN A/W 12

Babe.

Seeing that gang of rascals on Friday.

I'm one year older today.

Audrey Horne is my spirit animal.

One of my favorite photos of Win Butler, taken by my ever-so-wonderful and talented friend Martin C. Pariseau during Arcade Fire's outdoor free show in Montreal on September 22nd.

1999, by Kevin A. González

We were driving to your funeral and our father was not crying because he has a way of tying ribbons around grief. It was the year we learned the piercing that prefaces the blood holds the most delicate of darknesses. Then it was the year we opened all our faucets & waited for the sea to bleed to death. Then it was the year we set fire to your mitt. Then, suddenly the year we started to believe every thorn was just a bridge. Then the year all we talked about was boxing. Then the year my stomach hurt all year, & then the year no one spoke of you. If there were an antonym for suicide we could all choose when to be born. I would have been born after that day so I could not remember you. So my fingers would stop pointing at all the things that aren’t there.

Timber Timbre, you connect with my soul.

Boo, Forever

spinning like a ghost on the bottom of a      top, i’m haunted by all the space that i will live without     you.

by Richard Brautigan