Roses with Spikes

Trine, 21 years and from Norway."I like art, and by art I mean music, poetry, sex, fashion, paintings, the human body, literature, nature. All of this is art to me.

[caffeinegalore]

[antronaut]

[hbunot]

[deeplovephotography]

insta: deeplovephotography

[justgirlythingsr]

[coldmourningrosary]

X-ray image of a rose, below, that was created by Dain Tasker in 1936. Tasker was the chief radiologist at Wilshire Hospital in Los Angeles, California, in the early days of radiology. He used fine-focus X-ray tubes to create ghostly black-and-white prints of flowers on X-ray film. The images were a hit in photography circles in the late 1930s and were published in high-profile art magazines, although his work fell into obscurity and was only rediscovered relatively recently.

[nauticalneurotic]

Stay away from people who make you feel like you are hard to love.

(via nauticalneurotic)

[rbcages]

One. You see her for the first time and she’ll walk right past you like you are a crack in the wall and she is a skyscraper with her head so high in the air and when you can’t sleep you’ll think about the way her eyes strayed into yours for a moment too long before breaking away and disappearing into the crowd of people. Two. She’ll look both ways before telling you she loves you under her breath and when she hugs you her eyes scan the empty room as if the walls had eyes and ears and mouths that could give you away. Three. When she’s curled up on your lap shaking with mismatched breaths you’ll wonder how someone who looked like she carried mountains on her shoulders could crumble so easily in your arms like the tornado in her mind finally hit her and knocked her off her feet. Four. In half-light she’ll run her fingers over your arms like she is reading words carved into your skin, binding them together into the perfect metaphor and you’ll hear it playback in your head at 4am when your head runs wild with thoughts of her. Five. You’ll find a safe haven on rooftops and abandoned rooms where she’ll set fire to your insides with hushed breaths between kisses planted perfectly on your lips and make you wonder how dangerous it is to play with wild flames while your body is made of paper. Six. You’ll stare God right in the eye and tell him that if loving her was a sin then you want no place in heaven with him because the way her lips fit perfectly on your neck is a type of paradise you’ll never forget.

The six stages of falling in love with her. // by rb (via rbcages)

[adornment-fetish-deactivated202]

[goldeninkedfingers-blog]

Love a girl who writes and live her many lives; you have yet to find her, beneath her words of guise. Kiss her blue-inked fingers, forgive the pens they marked. The stain of your lips upon her - the one she can’t discard. Forget her tattered memories, or the pages others took; you are her ever after - the hero of her book.

Her Words, Lang Leav (via goldeninkedfingers)

[uptional]

[70years]

[theanimalmemes]

I’m clingy yet distant & don’t want to come off too strong but I need mad affection but yet get annoyed easily soo

@sexual-texts (via sexual-texts)

[uptional]

[timbllr]

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[nycbambi]

[visquit]

versane

[xteenage]

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