I just wanna be the girl of someone’s dreams ya know
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@lefac
I just wanna be the girl of someone’s dreams ya know
Your eyes are seacolor. Your eyes are skycolor.
Anne Sexton, from The Complete Poems; “The Naked Swim,” (edited)
𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐞.
❛ JUST A LITTLE WHILE. ❜ she softens, settles in his presence & under nebulous tonality of his voice. HONEY HEAVY HEART ! emilie sweeps his hand over her own, brushing tips of manicured nails over guitar born callouses. ❛ go fashionably late & swing out early — i don’t really feel up to it, but you know how he is. ❜
❛ hm. ❜ monosyllabic consideration rests on his lips. twigs, his pigeon - legged halcyon, introducing the feral blues to the solace that is serenity, soothing its waves --- as she so often did. ❛ ... ❜ saxe - graced gaze fixates upon intermingled digits. ❛ i don’t know, emilie, ❜ the boy murmurs, statement lacquered in thick apprehension, ❛ he doesn’t really like it when i’m around. ❜
to the woman watching the Toxic by Britney Spears music video with no headphones in the psychiatrists waiting room: you’re the only motherfucker in this room who can handle me
O’NEAL, HUNTER .
u ever just melt some crayons into vaseline to flex on glossier
A single hour can consist of thousands of different colors. Waxy yellows, cloud-spot blues. Murky darkness. In my line of work, I make it a point to notice them.
Markus Zusak (The Book Thief)
Alisha Boe for V Magazine
i wanna do stuff on here so hi
Oh it’s ever so funny
‘Cause I don’t think you’re special
I don’t think you’re cool
You’re just probably alright
But under these lights you look beautiful
finn + eating a marshmallow and petting a dog, aka livin the dream
i love jonah perez
★彡 — DYLAN.
@lefac
❛ you’ve put the world in a milk deficit, cowboy. ❜
❛ … ❜ smile buds first at the corners of baby blues, and then at the fragile corners of his mouth. he nods toward the glass, half - full . the rear of his hand kissed as he wipes away remnants of his beloved beverage from ‘neath his nose. ❛ want the rest ? ❜