I’m really afraid to feel happy because it never lasts.
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@roryabernathy
I’m really afraid to feel happy because it never lasts.
Andy Warhol (via felicefawn)
Stars are not small or gentle. They are writhing and dying and burning. They are not here to be pretty. I am trying to learn from them.
Caitlyn Siehl, “Sky Poem” (via chocolatefrogs)
if you had a friend who spoke to you in the same way you sometimes speak to yourself, how long would you allow that person to be your friend?
@dexslaboratory: @gonnahearmerory MY LOVE!!!! hi thank you so much i love you lots and i miss you loads. i'll definitely be stopping by to party hardy with you before i leave.
@gonnahearmerory: @dexslaboratory YOU'RE SO MUSHY CHILL OUT jk I adore you, ya big lug. I miss you too!! We'll catch up when you come over okay
@gonnahearmerory: @dexslaboratory HAPPY FUCKING BIRTHDAY DEXTER ALEXANDER heart eyes at you, I hope you've been having kickass day and that you have a great party!! Come by my place before you return to NY so I can give you your present, okay? x
My pain was never beautiful or poetic. It was answering the phone mid breakdown and laughing like I was fine.
(via firemxtt)
Aurora "Rory" Adelaide Abernathy's Mood Board (part 3)
There’s a light in you and it makes me never fear the darkness in me.
Tyler Knott Gregson (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
@feelitinmybones: @gonnahearmerory I don't /feel/ that morbid when I think about it, actually. It's sad, but kind of normal by now. Actually, Lyle and I spend our lunch breaks talking about that kind of stuff. What kind of headstone we'd want, services... on second thought, it's not normal.
@feelitinmybones: @gonnahearmerory BUT back to the point-- I can't wait to be stolen away, as long as you aren't planning on locking me in a basement or something.
@gonnahearmerory: @feelitinmybones Hey, it's normal if you want it to be normal. I'd like to think everyone thinks about those things at some point -- no worries!
@gonnahearmerory: @feelitinmybones Hm, well, part of my plans /do/ involve dark areas; rest assured, you won't be in a basement...for long :)
@feelitinmybones: I actually forgot that my birthday is next month. Maybe that's just because I work in a cemetery.
@feelitinmybones: Every birthday is another year closer to being buried there. Well, hopefully not in the Covington cemetery specifically, but you know.
@feelitinmybones: #funfriday
@gonnahearmerory: @feelitinmybones How incredibly morbid -- but I guess that's to be expected from an old timer like you. Just so you know, I'm stealing you away the day after your birthday!
And I see colors in a different way You make what doesn't matter fade to grey Life is good and that's the way it should be
I struggle with wanting you all the time, so please don’t mistake my silence for indifference. It’s just I have to hold myself back because I feel too much. Too often. Too wildly out of my control.
Tina Tran, My words don’t say much at all (via versteur)
I think he’s very lonely. Lonelier than he lets on. Maybe lonelier than he even realizes.
The Royal Tenenbaums. (via theburnthatkeepseverything)
Everyone who terrifies you is sixty-five percent water.
And everyone you love is made of stardust, and I know sometimes
you cannot even breathe deeply, and
the night sky is no home, and
you have cried yourself to sleep enough times
that you are down to your last two percent, but
nothing is infinite,
not even loss.
You are made of the sea and the stars, and one day
you are going to find yourself again.
Party girls don't get hurt, can't feel anything When will I learn? I push it down, push it down