Bohemian Like You
Maggie. 18. Spain. Crazy. Weird. Talkative. Addict. Curious. TV. Movies. Music. Books. Travel. Photography. Comics. Anime/Manga. Art. Fashion... I love languages. I speak English, Spanish and French (if you need some help ask me, I don't usually bite). Also Disney/Pixar, Football, Old Movies... This is my strange and personal taste. Don't be shy and follow or ask me if you want to ♥


yeahmicah:

Most people won’t admit it, or don’t even realize it, but caring for people takes energy out of you. Investing your time and attention making sure somebody knows that you love them and that you want to ensure their well-being can drain you. Mentally, emotionally, spiritually, even physically. Love people, but take care of yourself. Don’t burn yourself out.


posted 1 week ago on 15/5/2013 - 19,725 notes

supermans:

“I love that you get cold when it’s 71 degrees out. I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich. I love that you get a little crinkle above your nose when you’re looking at me like I’m nuts. I love that after I spend the day with you, I can still smell your perfume on my clothes. And I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. And it’s not because I’m lonely, and it’s not because it’s New Year’s Eve. I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible.”

When Harry Met Sally… (1989)


posted 3 weeks ago on 28/4/2013 - 1,597 notes

We thought we could have it all. We were naive.


posted 3 weeks ago on 27/4/2013 - 386 notes

Anastasia (1997)

We were strangers starting out on a journey. Never dreaming what we’d have to go through. Now here we are, and I’m suddenly standing at the beginning with you.

posted 1 month ago on 13/4/2013 - 13,742 notes

Pride and Prejudice, 2005.


posted 1 month ago on 13/4/2013 - 1,718 notes

posted 2 months ago on 10/3/2013 - 539 notes
jewahl: Right from the start I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen. She was fair skinned and golden haired, full-blood Italian. The air was suddenly filled with banana leaves. We started talking and my head started to spin. Cupid’s arrow had wistled by my ears before, but this time it hit me in the heart and the weight of it dragged me overboard. Suze was seventeen years old, from the East Coast. Had grown up in Queens, raised in a left-wing family. Her father had worked in a factory and had recently died. She was involved in the New York art scene, painted and made drawings for various publications, worked in graphic design and in Off-Broadway theatrical productions, also worked on civil rights committees — she could do a lot of things. Meeting her was like stepping into the tales of 1,001 Arabian nights. She had a smile that could light up a street full of people and was extremely lively, had a particular kind of voluptousness — a Rodin sculpture come to life. She reminded me of a libertine heroine. She was just my type. Bob Dylan on Suze Rotolo, Chronicles Volume One

jewahl:

Right from the start I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen. She was fair skinned and golden haired, full-blood Italian. The air was suddenly filled with banana leaves. We started talking and my head started to spin. Cupid’s arrow had wistled by my ears before, but this time it hit me in the heart and the weight of it dragged me overboard. Suze was seventeen years old, from the East Coast. Had grown up in Queens, raised in a left-wing family. Her father had worked in a factory and had recently died. She was involved in the New York art scene, painted and made drawings for various publications, worked in graphic design and in Off-Broadway theatrical productions, also worked on civil rights committees — she could do a lot of things. Meeting her was like stepping into the tales of 1,001 Arabian nights. She had a smile that could light up a street full of people and was extremely lively, had a particular kind of voluptousness — a Rodin sculpture come to life. She reminded me of a libertine heroine. She was just my type.

Bob Dylan on Suze Rotolo, Chronicles Volume One


posted 2 months ago on 4/3/2013 - 4,129 notes

"You will never age for me, nor fade, nor die."
—Shakespeare in Love (via hoopnadziejahyvongnadiyatoivo)


posted 3 months ago on 21/2/2013 - 15 notes

posted 3 months ago on 25/1/2013 - 950 notes

And she looked at him and saw the grave tenderness in his eyes, and yet knew, for she was bred among men of war, that here was one whom no Rider of the Mark could outmatch in battle.

RotK, LotR. (x)


posted 4 months ago on 23/1/2013 - 281 notes