If She Floats...

i'm alive/ it hurts/ i love it Maren. Nomad. Bad decisions born of good intentions.

[saltnest-blog]

maren! yr babies are so beautiful <3 (and you are too, but, duh)

Thank you sweet angel. <3_<3 I hope life is treating you well.

[eclectic-sorrows-deactivated201]

Swallowing glass chips to stay interesting. Keeping my insides cut so at least something pours out when I open my mouth. Spitting up blood. Calling it poetry… Self-deprecation for the sake of humility. Self-dissolution to keep them guessing.

The self portrait by Lora Mathis (via eclectic-sorrows)

[saltnest-blog]

I feel like someone should just give him a million dollars for being able to sit down after not playing for 6 months and casually do this.

[dulect]

Are you a guy or girl???

I’m a mess

[deadparent]

cute date idea: push me into a ditch and leave me there to die

[amanda-oaks]

[an-alarming-amount-of-bees]

[tkohl]

[androphilia]

[yungmeme]

why is that pine cone drinking

to forget

[wasbella102]

The planet Uranus. Taken on November 14th 2009 at 3:52 am. Using the 98 in Hooker telescope.                    

[cocvino-deactivated20160219]

Triton, Neptune’s largest moon

[solacebaby]

if u ever see my nipples thru my shirt just know that i know i kno my concepts i know what im about

[saltnest-blog]

birds at 5 am: hmm.... u kno what i haven't done in a few hours.... scream

[b-athescribe]

#I told yall i’d be playing this all year

NowPlaying “Alright” by Kendrick Lamar from To Pimp A Butterfly

[artsnquotes]

…I long so much to make beautiful things. But beautiful things require effort — and disappointment and perseverance.

Vincent van Gogh, “Letter to Theo van Gogh,” 9 Sept. 1882 (via yeshecholwa)

[saltnest-blog]

My human is trying to get me to quit smoking cigarettes. It kinda looks like I’m exhaling ectoplasm, which is making me consider vaping much more seriously than I would have otherwise. #creepy forever

[humansofnewyork]

“I lost my ID twenty years ago, and haven’t been able to get a new one, so technically I don’t exist. But for the record— I do exist, my name is Paul Ambrose, I was born on July 4th, 1948, I grew up in Tennessee, and on the day Martin Luther King was killed, I said ‘fuck this shit’ and bought a bus ticket to New York because it was $20 cheaper than a ticket to California.”

[saltnest-blog]

A human after my own heart.