Solitae

[serious]

Do you ever wonder how much you exist in other people’s lives? I’m always curious if people think of me when a certain song comes on, or when they pass through a certain town. I wonder if I still exist in the minds of people that I don’t speak to anymore. I wonder how many times a day I pass through someone’s head.

smoke-stungeyes

6:26pm

(via serious)

[lovelustquotes]

[danger]

[trjoel]

[alixanasworld]

[mdmgy]

[rexisky]

[serious]

jesus christ what a pretty face the kind you’d find on someone that could save

[vicforprez]

[llllllllcccccccccccccc]

[nobrashfestivity]

Yayoi Kusama, No. 19 H.S.W,  1956

[redlipstickresurrected]

Agostino Arrivabene (Italian, b. 1967, Rivolta d'Adda, Cremona, Italy) - Il Peso Della Porpora, 2014  Paintings: Oil on Wood

[theliteraryjournals]

I would like to be able to gently drift in and out of existence when I wanted to.

Henry Rollins, Solipsist (via wnq-writers)

[sunbathe]

[kidmograph]

[ahead]

From WeHeartIt

[wnq-writers]

She is more than just her body. Pay attention to the way she speaks about her dreams. I mean really pay attention. When you see the way her eyes light up when she tells you about her passions; you will swear that God gave you your own personal star to take care of. Stop her if she apologizes for being a burden, and assure her that you enjoy her presence and her smile that grows wider and warmer with each second like the morning sunrise. If she doesn’t apologize, stay quiet; that means she is sure of herself and that’s wonderful. Listen to her thoughts long enough, and you will realize that she is more than strawberry lips and satin skin. Her voice will become your favorite song, the runner up being her laugh only because there’s just something about the way she sounds at 2am when everything is quiet except the inside of your head and she is all you can tolerate. You will look in the mirror and your reflection will feel incomplete; the space left over when she is not around will tug on the heartstrings you forgot you had until you next meet and when you do, you will question how her soul can be so shiny in such a dark world. She will become everything you think you want and everything you fear; her words spoken with an intensity that will make you believe there is fire coursing through her veins hotter than the flames of life that forged her. The only thing able to match the heat will be the way she touches you like she wishes she could burn her name onto your skin, not knowing that you already feel like her image is seared into your eyelids, and as if things couldn’t get any worse, she will smell amazing. She is a hurricane and you will know this but you will want to call her home. I’m telling you, she is more than just her body. And if you’ve managed to see her naked, you still haven’t seen anything yet.

Maxwell Diawuoh, Below the Surface  (via wnq-writers)