dirt enthusiast
cherry valley forever
šŖ¼
Cosimo Galluzzi
Three Goblin Art

No title available

No title available
we're not kids anymore.

Andulka
One Nice Bug Per Day

⣠Chile in a Photography ā£
RMH
YOU ARE THE REASON

Janaina Medeiros
Game of Thrones Daily
Aqua Utopiaļ½ęµ·ć®åŗć§čØę¶ćē“”ć
taylor price

blake kathryn
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
sheepfilms
seen from United States
seen from Puerto Rico

seen from United States
seen from Canada
seen from Türkiye

seen from United States

seen from Australia

seen from Malaysia
seen from United States

seen from France

seen from United States
seen from United States

seen from Canada
seen from Canada
seen from United States

seen from Chile
seen from United States

seen from United States

seen from Germany
seen from United States
@suburban-disco
Forgotten Letter #814Ā by James Andrew Crosby
Buy my new book āLetters & Storiesā here
āJe nāai jamais vu trĆØs clair en moi pour finir. Mais jāai toujours suivi, dāinstinct, une Ć©toile invisible.ā
ā
Albert Camus, Carnets II (1942-1951)
(via satinea)
āIāve never seen very clearly into myself in the end. But Iāve always followed, instinctively, an invisible star.ā Ā Ā (my trans.)
āTie them together, Piglet.ā
Winnie the Pooh (2011) dir. Stephen J. Anderson and Don Hall
āBury my heart separately. It is fragile.ā
ā Abbas Kiarostami, A Wolf Lying in Wait, trans. Karim Emami & Michael Beard
everytime i close my eyes a street lamp blinks on a heat rises from the floor. new hands become your hands. old dance, in my head. the night throws back its head and lightens with whiskey. the night is giddey with my name. the names u give me, are not known yet. to go back, to small, and warm, and new. i have not had to apologize for loving you, at this time my eyes match the moon, i am mistaking what has always been night, with a glow- i called u.
i think about you. less. i take the long way home, it hurts too. seeing the lights on in your room, wondering who she is. i take the long way home, don't even look over the shoulder. hear your car door close. my heart stops. jumping to my throat. i have no apologies for myself.
i have no reason to knock on your door. to send the text. to make the call. to wear the clothes you use to buy for me. i am not a woman made. for you.
A couple of times in your life, it happens like that. You meet a stranger, and all you know is that you need to know everything about them.
Lisa Kleypas (via quotemadness)
you don't want to give me to the ocean. & i forgive you/ there is a whole song in that.
Iām sorry. If thereās a word for the slight glow of a lightbulb after youāve turned it off, I donāt want to know it.
Neil Hilborn, The Future (via buttonpoetry)
I think Iāll prefer you a stranger someday.
Sabrina Benaim - āon the last gesture between usā (via buttonpoetry)
Some things I have loved will never love me back.
Anis Mojgani - āTodayās Loveā (Great Plains 2015)
Iām sorry. If thereās a word for the slight glow of a lightbulb after youāve turned it off, I donāt want to know it.
Neil Hilborn, The Future (via buttonpoetry)
Iām sorry. If thereās a word for the slight glow of a lightbulb after youāve turned it off, I donāt want to know it.
Neil Hilborn, The Future (via buttonpoetry)
I know that when I leave she is not going with me, and I canāt start loving her more now.
Neil Hilborn, The Future (via buttonpoetry)
I am forever disappointing you. I am always making your body into a door. Tell me a story of two bodies not threaded with violence.
Claire Schwartz, from Bound (via buttonpoetry)