XXIII

91' writer, Sun in Virgo, Moon in Libra, shades of red tags: face, writer, photography I can't write enough: livinglookinghomeless.tumblr.com

[rebcakes]

sex is overrated just drown me in your bathtub

[0dmg]

[botan]

[n3ko-blog]

[geopsych]

[gunseli]

[mexicanist-deactivated20151125]

[doktordyper]

super blood moon • january 20, 2019

[pearl-nautilus]

Tourmaline

[zipofcloud]

[sunbathe]

https://www.instagram.com/p/BirINSuFPsI/

[jigglypuffsvevo]

[thebooksareeverywhere]

collectors editions😍

[vagabondprophet-deactivated2025]

Heaven’s Guns

Heavens guns were not set to stun

But rather to get my head spinning,

Yours is the face that made mine

Get stuck in this expression.

The fever hot amidst January cold

Came to burn you and make you shake,

I brought ice and blankets

Back rubs and solitude.

Whatever you needed

To put some colour in your face,

Normally so full of colour

As to make dull a rainbow.

- Vagabond Prophet

@inky-child

[newendy]

[st-alajlan-deactivated20190717]

real depression is when you stop loving the things you love

[sunbathe]

“Passion generated from passion. A rain that didn’t stop. A fire that couldn’t be put out. A body without end. A desire that lit up the bones and the darkness. We didn’t sleep except to be awakened by the thirst of salt for honey and the smell of slightly burned coffee, roasting over burning marble. Cold and hot was this night. Hot and cold was that moaning.”

— Mahmoud Darwish, Memory for Forgetfulness: August, Beirut, 1982 (via soracities)