lick your meringue

doe-eyed misfit

[naranzarian]

Inelegantly, and without my consent, time passed.

Miranda July, “How to Tell Stories to Children,” from No One Belongs Here More Than You (via naranzarian)

[stoicremains-deactivated2017102]

Others have seen what is and asked why. I have seen what could be and asked why not.

 Pablo Picasso, Metamorphoses of the Human Form: Graphic Works, 1895-1972 (via penseesduchoeur)

[writingsforwinter]

My grandmother used to teach me the secrets of reincarnation, would close her eyes and stand on tiptoe in a circle of salt every day for seven decades in the hopes that in her next life she would be something better. And I thought of you, how I once connected every single mole on your back with my...

[juliarobrien]

[iangelic-deactivated20180927]

☆★ indie ☆★

[petah-l]

☆bambi/indie☆

[wildflowerveins]

reblog this and i, wildflowerveins, will write you a poem

(i’ll post it through the next couple days and tag you in it)

:]

you must be following me! bb we gotta have some sort of connection before i go all lyrical on you ;]

[fermoussalem-insp]

[observando]

These woods are lovely, dark and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep.

Robert Frost, Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening  (via le-entracte)

[margareth-morris]

[oceanflowerbird]

My doodles in the complete poetry of Edgar Allan Poe

[pinkdaihsy]

[radikael]

☪indie♛

[whimsy-cat]

[letdancingfoxesfly]

Handmade crowns by Elemental Child.

[kouah]

[letdancingfoxesfly]

and it was not my birthright

[barelylux]

[letdancingfoxesfly]

Maria Anwander The Kiss

“The Kiss was given to the MoMA as a donation without asking for permission. I entered the museum as a regular visitor and gave an intense French kiss to the wall. Next to the invisible kiss I then fixed a fake label, which simulated the style of a regular MoMA caption.”

[silverfruit]

[lets-sleepwalk-deactivated20140]

Tumblr en We Heart It. http://weheartit.com/entry/56737942?utm_campaign=share&utm_medium=image_share&utm_source=tumblr

[backshelfpoet]

You miss them – you miss them until your head aches and you fear your bones will break under the weight of all the emptiness there is in their place. You cry in grocery stores when you see their favorite brand of chips missing from the shelf and you eat three tubs of that ice cream they liked and you watch all the movies they talked about. You get an ad on the back of a milk carton saying MISSING, with their face soft and smiling underneath. You get all that missing out of your system, and one day you will wake up tired of feeling empty and you will tell happiness “I miss you” and that is the day you will try to move on. Wash your slate clean and throw out all their movies and their old t-shirts. Don’t walk down the aisle with their favorite chips anymore. Remember that you have been missing for far too long and it’s time to get your heart back. Only then will the missing will go missing.

How To Stop Missing Someone | d.a.s (via backshelfpoet)