The thin summer sheets are useless cloth, empty threads trying to cover thick shadows that still won’t let me believe in fairytales
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we're not kids anymore.
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The thin summer sheets are useless cloth, empty threads trying to cover thick shadows that still won’t let me believe in fairytales
clutchingapril (via clutchingapril)
i am a mandarin orange
peel away my flesh gently with fingernails stained by my being
pick away the strings of my past and residue of my history
split me in half and cradle me in your palm, run your fingertips along my edges
trace my ridges and taste my sweetness on the pink of your tongue, memorize the citric sugar of my center
pierce my skin with sharpened pearls, swallow me, consume me, let me feel your gravity as i slink down to your core
The water drips from hair to body droplets forming and falling- crystallised tears dapple peachy skin whilst time hangs in the balance of love and redemption I have never been so content to just sit in the silence and waste time- there’s a curious sense of serenity in the empty space stretching aimlessly with nothing to fill the gap but a loving heart and curious mind And I am not trying to complete myself, I am just listening to the birdsong, and the tap of keys and thinking peacefully about everything and nothing simultaneously- thoughts drift but do not touch me, my labyrinth of a soul is free
R L C (via rachel-primaluce)
I cannot remember where I fell in love;
I can remember where I hated you— the hallway fluorescent, white cinderblock walls, shiny behind alcohol-glazing—
and I can remember where I begged forgiveness— 4am silence finally falling in the weekend dorms, frantic fingers dialing your number in...
In our darkest hours, our pasts come back to haunt our dreams, and only your love can awaken the light inside of me.
Don't Know if It's Alive
I marked the biggest gap within, one shaped like a star. ‘Cause I used to think they we’re greater than me, and now I don’t look up anymore, and I thought that was funny.
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Fluorescent Adolescents
Stumbling mumbling truths
Bumbling fumbling goofs
Secretized, bound in thick leather
Being smitten is forbidden, and I shouldn't have
Is it too late to start blaming things on my dad?
I’m so obnoxious why do I do things why do I exist
seeing you care about someone who doesn't i feel your hurt before the future has a chance to fill your heart with sand and it infuriates me to no end, to see you step into everything again.
stop talking - jk
Bury me into your skin, deep.
six word story, #13 ~ Emma Bleker (via stolenwine)
ocarina
where are you i ask the wind and the answer whistles through the holes in my heart
13.0.1.9.2
I am a night walker but only with flirtatious designs
red painted finger tips tease without touching then hide under tables out of shyness
I’d ravage the world if I felt comfortable in my own skin
hate me because then it means that i am still real instead of static
haaaaaaiiiiiiii-choooo - jk
I have tiny inklings Of ideas in my head That I can’t seem to fathom Into coherent thoughts On paper
this is my vacancy sign
i am empty transparent a barren appalchian mountain
I hate so much about myself.
-I don’t know how much more I can stand without tearing my body apart. A six word story I wish I didn’t have to write.
kane
mama build a room
then they come turn on the light
room fill up, call it me
kane’s status a bulwark against oblivion kane’s statues, kane’s possessions to weigh him down to the world to weld him to the world
but eventually they come turn out the light
when the nurse come turn out the light you’ll be with mama again I missed you, baby it’s been so long I’m so sorry