Lost in the City of Angels

The silver of the lake at night, the hills of Hollywood on fire, a boulevard of hope and dreams, streets made of desire~

[thegoodvybe]

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Azerbaijani painter writes Quran on transparent silk pages

Azerbaijani painter and decorative artist Tünzale Memmedzade has transcribed the Quran onto transparent silk pages. Memmedzade, a 33-year-old artist, used 50 meters of transparent black silk, and 1,500 milliliters of gold and silver inks in the project, which has taken three years to complete. (read more) 

Mashallah, how incredibly beautiful. 

[faguettella-deactivated20180221]

me: im so happy with my life right now

stress: 

[minorcharactershavefeelingstoo]

rainbowbarnacle:

roachpatrol:

samlikesboys:

All of the orgasms in fic are so violent. His orgasm came like a punch to the gut. It hit him like a mack truck. It knifed him in a fucking alley. What these orgasms need is a good education.

the orgasm tapped him on the shoulder politely because it wasn’t raised in a goddamn barn

By the time he came back to himself, the orgasm had washed the dishes, vacuumed the living room, and retrieved his lost house key from under the chaise lounge.

[drinkpisspissblood]

most annoying things about the signs

aries: “i’m an aries”

taurus: super jealous and territorial but goes after everyones man 

gemini: judgy!! 

cancer: super specific about their sleeping situation like “it has to be 100% dark and i need a fan on and exactly 2.5 pillows and a queen sized bed to myself”

leo: would break their own fingers to be the center of attention for 5 seconds

virgo: the flakiest people ever, will call you 5 hours after you were supposed to meet and say they fell asleep

libra: will manipulate you for dumb reasons like make you think you want mcdonalds so it doesnt seem like it was their idea

scorpio: genuinely a little bit evil for no reason

sagittarius: never calm down???like please relax

capricorn: will fuck up their own life and then whine about it like it wasn’t 100% their own fault

aquarius: constantly says they don’t like petty/fake people but lowkey one of the most petty/fake signs / 

pisces: constantly crying and need to be babied 

[itchycoil]

this is the truest one I’ve seen especially capricorn 

[wnq-writers]

When the world runs out of ink, I will turn my blood into some. When the trees are all burned, my skin would be enough. When I can’t find words, I’ll look deep into my chest—because within lie all the things I want to say. And when I die, you’ll find poetry beneath my bones, a prose from my ashes and a song in my soul.

retrouvailleset, All for you (via wnq-writers)

[boykeats]

a rough draft 

[stargazerinmoksha]

I once loved someone, you could say her lips were paper I’ve been meaning to write on. So like all love stories, it begins with a kiss. You don’t know when it’ll end, so you kiss her again. Through the years you will have kissed mountains into her moans, the sky was bluer when you were together. The art of kissing becomes the art of fucking– love making in the 20th century seems almost flawed and non-existent. You leave hickies on neck and thighs claiming– they’re just letters you’ve yet to open up. Like all bruises, they disappear. You don’t write to each other anymore, hell, you barely talk. You just fuck and hold each other until the sun comes up. Shit, you don’t even kiss anymore. The person you fell in love with… The person they fell in love with… No one writes about this part of the story. It wasn’t fast. It was gradual. I like you becomes I like you a lot. I like you a lot becomes, love. I love you. That… that becomes you’ll stay with me, always and forever, right? Until this moment and into the next, the ways you’ve held my broken into your fragments, the way you placed my hands into yours, the way bodies never forget its favorite sleeping position– cuddling, they called it. Such an innocent love letter stained with sin. You know something funny? If we did it again. Started over. Toxic in my lungs. Flowers near my feet. Smoke from my lips. Secret dances in dark rooms. Naked bodies as religion. Open heart surgery by your hands. Stitched lips tell no lies. Fucking each other up in the worst ways. Whispers into poetry. Love into regret. Forever into never. Always into a song. Your lips coated with tears. My eyes from passion. Lost without a map. Youth given to soulmates. Tragedy at 2 AM. A pillow casing with your apologies. My poetry imitating your goodbyes. I would. I would do everything wrong, just to meet you once. I would be your mistake, just to meet the man I am today. Baby– like all love stories, ours also ended with a kiss. This time, we know it’s almost our “the end.” So you kiss her again.

10-10-16

[lovetheworldlife]

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[relatablepoetryandquotes]

[quotemadness]

The reason people find it so hard to be happy is that they always see the past better than it was, the present worse than it is, and the future less resolved than it will be.

Marcel Pagnol (via quotemadness)

[puppycastiel]

I’m literally in tears.

[juansendizon]

[wordsnquotes]

Why is it that you search for your own beauty in the eyes of others?

Emma Bleker (via wordsnquotes)

[wordsnquotes]

I will love you when you are a still day. I will love you when you are a hurricane.

Clementine von Radics (via wordsnquotes)

[wordsnquotes]

I am afraid. Of what? Life without having lived, chiefly.

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via wordsnquotes)