celestial body always above me fallen affections vestigial love i'm fucking up i'm fucking up forever trailing stricken and dumb forever chasing vaporous touch grazing the tether failure in the clutch

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celestial body always above me fallen affections vestigial love i'm fucking up i'm fucking up forever trailing stricken and dumb forever chasing vaporous touch grazing the tether failure in the clutch
this is more or less what lights look like for me. nice to look at, terrible for night driving.
your hands bladed with agony your sawtoothed need scrape me clean sinless skinless soul to keep after the ruin after the bleeding i am new a shining ruby
each morning a miscarriage a larval iteration of flesh brainless and writhing eyeless with hunger dancing to the locust hum lodged in the throat of this flourishing starvation a year long scream a desert night-weeping for the sun every dawn a shard of glass
look at im. isn't he precious? he would step over my dead body for a taste of yogurt.
"I would like to address the matter at hand, but I don't know what it is."
1: Untitled (Crucifix), David Lynch
2: Crucifixion Study, Francis Bacon
3: Crucifixion, Rico Lebrun
4: Flesh, Antony Gormley
i feel your smile like the sun in warm pulses through thunderheads. your voice echoes through the aphotic amnion that clutches me like a bitten hand. you don't know where i am, but you hold me there and talk about baseball and your granny's eyes. i am encased in a swarm of fireants, purulent and writhing. you are singing. i cling to the vibration like an infant. i am born again into the green and buzzing haze of late spring, boots scuffing the sidewalk a blur of sparrows and pollinators. i am drowned in light in the palm of your hand. it's too much for my sunblind eyes. my heart is venom swollen. i find i am afraid the crush of my rot softened mouth will poison you, but it doesn't. you are strong and oblivious. you don't know where I've been but you carry me away like the river that runs out of my eyes, clear and shining as noon.
amber shadows breathe in fireshot valleys of forgetfulness storm wet, thundering exhalations of smoke and ash, dragons' sighs blood marbled sclera and waxing pupil of starslimed eyes, closed against the lunar white of your cheek eclipsing the bankruptcy of being in the totality of here, of now my incisors, diamonds strung along the moonscape of your throat enumerating ruinous wishes
man i could scream for a year
lovely as light to my aberrant sight coronated in the copper kiss of a sullen sunset i feel the hum of your yellow jacket heart the fever of it like a fist buried in sunsoaked soil i know you swallow skyfuls of tears
the soft curl of your hair around my fist company too delicate for keeping it turns out a pet too skinny for its collar if you ask me a named butterfly I've ruined with awe oh the splendor of your useless wings
a phosphorescent smear across the eyes an accidental glimpse of light a bedroom tattoo over the static of ordinary life green and faded as the memory of startling awake again as if for the first time into the white water world of what was babel bubbling around my ears foaming rivermouth tinnitus licking the vertices of my jaw reverent echolalia spoiling the sparrowing splendor of your name