bright eyes

art student living in the praries

[elladaa]

[technicolourvita-deactivated201]

[neckkiss]

[unit04-archive-blog]

[natanvance]

[belgiandad]

[iambrillyant]

“on some days, you will feel more fragile than you do on others. allow yourself to break. allow yourself to sink. allow yourself to retreat. you are allowed days like these; days to feel, days to recluse, days to process. tomorrow will taste much sweeter.”

— iambrillyant

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[vacantinkandprettypink-deactiva]

“Is the world always so quiet, or just so now? I searched for truth and cut my tongue on crystals from chandeliers that used to exist in your eyes. It went down my throat like water, but it was sharp, like the time I stabbed myself with a kitchen knife. There was red paint underneath my skin, and for some reason, I would not stop bleeding. Do you believe that love is a choice, or a checklist? I never did, but hopeless romantics never live very long.”

— V.I.P.P.

[expressions-of-nature]

Greece by Dimitris Tamvakos

[fineinteriors]

[bled]

via vsco.co

[danielodowd-deactivated20170124]

[bled]

[cinemagal]

“ Hey Dad. You sonabitch. Never made one of these while you were still responding because I was so mad at you for leaving. And when you went quiet, it seemed like I should live with that decision, and I have.” INTERSTELLAR (2014)

[aliceinwondercloset]

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