๐ชผ

No title available
Fieri Frames

Love Begins
๐ฉต avery cochrane ๐ฉต
todays bird
Monterey Bay Aquarium
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

Kiana Khansmith
KIROKAZE
No title available
Fai_Ryy
No title available
ojovivo
hello vonnie

@theartofmadeline

Game Changer & Make Some Noise
The Stonewall Inn

pixel skylines

titsay
seen from United States

seen from Germany
seen from Spain
seen from Poland
seen from Italy

seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from United Kingdom
seen from Spain
seen from Switzerland

seen from Malaysia

seen from Tรผrkiye
seen from United States

seen from United States
seen from Spain

seen from Germany

seen from Germany

seen from Nepal
seen from Vietnam

seen from Netherlands
@dxfnx
IG: generarte_
nice 2 have a hobby i canโt monetise :-)
://
(not my photo)
sorry
my edit // fine to rb
tept
Mars Attacks! by Gabriel Dias
It happens to me that I feel alone. I feel far from the mirror of my soul, from the sad-eyed child, from the colorless essences, from the reddish tone, from those who carry my blood, from who is above me. I realize that I write the same thing over and over, as if there was no end, as if it was infinite deja vu. What day is today? It's already dawn, how many sunrises are going? My eye bags have already lost count. I have an artist by my side, who shapes me in his art, loves me and loves me; Why, then, do I feel this way? Why do I break down in tears? I look at my hands, I look at my face, is it me? I wish there were no mirrors.
What am I doing here? I'm not from here, I want to leave here.
Where am I from? I don't belong here, even if I choose to. I get tired of going through my dangerous alley, alone. I get tired. Why are the wounds discovered? I have many glances above me, I feel that they mock, that they speak, that they blaspheme, why is there a soul like mine in a place where you cannot be free? I got fed up with this cage.
In everyone's stories, I am the bad, the guilty, the dangerous. Why does nobody ask? Everybody suppose, suppose, like if they know I have decided that I will go to my world. I have decided, I will jump into the spiral.
The Kiss of Death (El petรณ de la mort), Poblenou Cemetery in Barcelona.
Within these walls of blood and bone the core of me is lifeless stone forgetting faith, forever weak never trust, never speak under my mask, horror abides once revealed, it will not hide my true being, deranged and sick which side of me would you pick? my shell is breath taking, not a single flaw my voice is enchanting, my beckoning call my body is tight, your perfect dream but who i truly am, would make you scream beneath this layer of simple skin lies a demon bedded within cold and dark, it never sleeps evil, mad, meager, weak within this beautiful perfect girl lies the death of your perfect world I'm something never to touch but you can't deny, you want it too much kiss my lips, hold me close this is what you want the most watch me smile, a gleam in eye hold your breath, slowly die sink my teeth, dig in deep lavish the blood, blood you seep drink you dry, killing myself the way you taste, the way you smelt drinking you now, kills me inside drinking you now, brings me alive close your eyes, take a final breath for you've received, my kiss of death
Marcos Beccari