[robertdeniro]

This is it. This is how I die. Lack of attention.

[anamorphosis-and-isolate]

― 6 Years (2015) “I missed you.”

[cocvino]

[ppungent]

[saltyy-dog-deactivated20140430]

Don’t kiss me during the fireworks. Kiss me after and give everyone else something to look at once chaos has passed. Don’t kiss me when you don’t know what else to say, kiss me when that’s all that needs to be said. Don’t kiss me at all the right times, kiss me mid sentence because my lips were moving, and you were jealous of the air because they weren’t moving on yours. Don’t read up on old fairy tales I don’t want a fairy tale. I want real and in the moment. So kiss me when you’re up in flames and about to burst. Kiss me when the tears are doing all the work. Kiss me hard and kiss me good. -Al

Wouldn’t You Like To Know: (via caffenated)

[myinactiveblogisactive-blog]

feel like this isn't really what I want hmm ijvfdhijxl

[meikyu-deactivated20130417]

[acrylic]

✩ pastel / spiritual ✩

[like-a-star-drunk-nightsky]

[animalsnaps]

[yourfuckingdarling]

[sa-re]

[theflamesbegin]

[thegirlwhocrieswolf]

More poetry by Lang Leav here

[artbyabullock]

[jlynnsmily]

[road-through-wonderland-deactiv]

[hellanne]

I want you to tell me about every person you’ve ever been in love with. Tell me why you loved them, then tell me why they loved you. Tell me about a day in your life you didn’t think you’d live through. Tell me what the word “home” means to you and tell me in a way that I’ll know your mother’s name just by the way you describe your bed room when you were 8. See, I wanna know the first time you felt the weight of hate and if that day still trembles beneath your bones. Do you prefer to play in puddles of rain or bounce in the bellies of snow? And if you were to build a snowman, would you rip two branches from a tree to build your snowman arms? Or would you leave the snowman armless for the sake of being harmless to the tree? And if you would, would you notice how that tree weeps for you because your snowman has no arms to hug you every time you kiss him on the cheek? Do you kiss your friends on the cheek? Do you sleep beside them when they’re sad, even if it makes your lover mad? Do you think that anger is a sincere emotion or just the timid motion of a fragile heart trying to beat away its pain? See, I wanna know what you think of your first name. And if you often lie awake at night and imagine your mother’s joy when she spoke it for the very first time. I want you tell me all the ways you’ve been unkind. Tell me all the ways you’ve been cruel. See, I wanna know more than what you do for a living. I wanna know how much of your life you spend just giving. And if you love yourself enough to also receive sometimes. I wanna know if you bleed sometimes through other people’s wounds.

Andrea Gibson (via a-vaunt)