second star to the right

Twenty-two and a scorpio. Music is the only thing keeping my pulse steady. Long drives and deep talks soothe me. Sand beneath my toes completes me. Black and white photographs tickle my heart. Smiles from strangers make my day. Handwritten notes make me happy. Big hoodies comfort me. I'm a twisted old soul and I just want to be loved and hold his hand. If I can make a difference and do something worth talking about fifty years from now, I will die content.

[sicknare]

[visual-poetry]

[wnq-writers]

Find someone who pays attention. Who runs their fingers over your every scar; and asks where each one came from. Find someone who knows how you like your coffee; what song makes you want to roll the windows down and slam on the gas pedal. Find someone who takes in your smallest details; who notices the things you thought no one ever would. And then…when you find them… Be their someone, too.

a paragraph about falling in love, deep3snplottwists  (via wnq-writers)

[aureat]

[soviet]

[fuckyeahpaganism]

[virgin-on-acid]

[psychofactz]

[refiningfire]

[danger]

[ambiguities]

[homesafeill-deactivated20160421]

[vanish]

[thenarrowsilence]

[prettymelaninqueen]

You think you’ve seen her naked because she took her clothes off? Tell me about her dreams. Tell me what breaks her heart. What is she passionate about, and what makes her cry? Tell me about her childhood. Better yet, tell me one story about her that you’re not in. You’ve seen her skin, and you’ve touched her body. But… you still know as much about her as a book you once found, but never got around to opening.

Anonymous (via svshii)

[executed-deactivated20161004]

[danger]

Taxi Driver ( 1976 )