A Triver Runs Through It (by Jared Ropelato)
“The streets were dark with something more then night.”
― Raymond Chandler
Imagine your girlfriend taking photographs of you, not selfies, not “outfit of the day”, no Instagram bullshit. Actual photos. When you wake up, when you look at her, when you’re making love, when you’re cooking, when you’re taking a shower. Imagine if your girlfriend did that. This is a person who loves creating a visual documentation of the person she loves. You would cry at every picture she took because you know it’ll be purer than any other visual representation of yourself.
I would love to take these kinds of pictures for the girl I fall for. I can see it now…. me waking up before her and watching the sunlight dance on her skin. *Snap* When she’s brewing coffee on those days that I didn’t wake up first, and I notice this dreamy look in her eyes as she sits on the couch waiting. *Snap* When I catch her singing and dancing around the house. *Snap* When I walk into a crowded room and I see her smile directed at me and no one else. *Snap* The list goes on and on….(via awanderingman)
The end of the world is just the beginning. [x]
selena gomez for flaunt magazine | december 2013
Panem eventually grew large enough that it was segmented into thirteen separate districts, each responsible for producing goods of a particular industry to serve the growing needs of the nation, and all operating under the auspices of Panem’s oppressive Capitol