Alice, Have I Gone Mad?

// "She's a dreamer, a soul searcher, and a wanderer. She drifts along deep in thought, her mind craving exploration, and her eyes telling tales of mysterious adventure" // I want to write poems on your skin with my lips. // We met and we talked and it was epic... then the sun came up and reality set in -tvd. // "She lost herself in the trees among the ever-changing leaves. She wept beneath the wild sky as stars told stories of ancient times. The flowers grew towards her light, the river called her name at night. She could not live an ordinary life with the mysteries of the universe hidden in her eyes" -Christy Ann Martine //

[breathtakingdestinations]

Nuremberg - Germany (by Steven Penton) 

[diaryofacreativehoarder]

[distancefromhappiness]

[vitamin-death]

[qvotable]

“Almost. It’s a big word for me. I feel it everywhere. Almost home. Almost happy. Almost changed. Almost, but not quite. Not yet. Soon, maybe.”

— Joan Bauer // Almost Home

[crownroyalebag]

[sotick]

“I can write the saddest poem of all tonight. I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too.”

—  Pablo Neruda (via coral)

[the-revolution-continues]

Credit: Liesl Manone.

[deletingmyself]

[motleycruisecontrol-deactivated]

[darkphotographs]

Dark

[clover-darling]

Constantly living life for other people

[modelosad]

Triste y Drogado

Sad and Drugged

[daweed182]

Shrooms fruit prohibited

[modelosad]

Así es como soy

It’s just how I am

[daweed182]

My attempt tumblr 

Mi intento tumblr

[clover-darling]

[gosh]

by Foteini Zaglara

[clover-darling]

Self destructively beautiful.