“And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.”
Haruki Murakami (via hellanne)
Reblog3 weeks ago with 29,175 notes
Finally loving red lips.
Throw Back Thursday. I have no idea what I was doing or when this even was.
Joan Blondell c. 1930s
Honey is running around the house tonight and eating pretzels. I think my Dad would be proud of how great she’s doing.
Jean Patchett by Erwin Blumenfeld for Vogue Jan. 1950
I spent ALL day here yesterday.
