By Sandserif

This blog is Dedicated to anyone suffering from Anxiety! Please Follow Us if You Can Relate: ANXIETYPROBLEMS

Our Rambler jacket in oak brown waxed canvas. The perfect fall layering piece.

I had planned exactly how to tell her I loved her, and worried myself to death over it for weeks. We were holding hands when I finally got the courage to say those three words. I felt her grip loosen around my fingers, and I remember thinking how great it would be if lightning struck me where I stood.

(via oliverswinford)

A Plotting of Fiction Genres (larger)

Twenty-five cents, An obscene investment. A life term deposit With no return to be honest. Simply change shamelessly spent On slight desires of fickle intent. And time lost, stolen by want Breath wasted on a moment forgot. Gambling on a coin to come true. But how's a wish to persuade What most leave to fate? Fuck it. Another five nickels to waste... "I'd kill for a second with you." The familiar "ting" with a splash, As I enter my pin, deposit my wish, And return to my life without you.

But as long as I love you I am not free.

Bob Dylan, Biograph (via larmoyante)

Rocks rock

Andy, take my picture.

Luka wearing all Rick Owens.

by aagdolla

A man feeding swans and ducks from a snowy river bank in Krakow