Ceiling Tiles And Darts

Sky. Trippy hippie. Been in existence for 21 years. Here is where we are suppose to write this description we feel defines us. Though as we all write these descriptions of who we are and what this certain blog is about, I just sit here with a blank. Because the brutal truth is I just don't know. I don't know what this blog is about or who I am quite yet. I'm just wondering around this world trying to find that out. What's here on this is honestly who i am right here and right now. There is no bull shit. This isn't always going to be rainbows and unicorns. There is dark and depressing shit on here. I am not always happy and maybe i tend to be bitch a lot but isn't that life? When you look at my life it hasn't been some easy walk in the park but somehow I am still here. This is my paradise and please do not judge me for what I decide to post because I am a free human being. if you only knew the half of it you would question how i am still here. Yet I breathe like you breathe. I speak like you speak. And yes we both do have eyes that see but I see things differently. That's always who I have been. I'm just different. This right here is who i am. They call me Trippy hippie🍄🌻🌞🌙

[distractful]

[wnq-writers]

I’m scared of you, but not because I think you’re violent or cruel, but because of the power over me you hold. I know you’re bad for me, I just can’t seem to convince myself to let go.

jupitarslastorbit (via wnq-writers)

[aureat]

You can never get a cup of tea large enough or a book long enough to suit me.

C.S.Lewis (via aureat)

[tamper]

[popnkd]

This Could Be Heartbreak // The Amity Affliction

[alinatrifan]

[thebiglesbian]

[blck-xcvi]

[heartsoldseparatelyy]

[stargazerinmoksha]

If your heart talks about them every night, does that mean you still miss them or glad that it’s finally over? Like a car accident you dodged by a hair because you forgot your wallet at home, so you took a u-turn instead of going all the way down that interstate. And you’ll look back and say, damn, I almost died from that. Was loving them… like that?

I can only pray (via poetryleftbyher)

[insanely--crazy]

How can you leave these marks on me and then just leave?

(via insanely–crazy)

[roskolnikova-deactivated2016052]

[siyun5-deactivated20170606]

[voguelustys]

[culturenlifestyle]

Gold Fireflies Dance Through Japanese Enchanted Forest in the Summer of 2016

An array of photographers captured these stunning images of gold fireflies during Japan’s rainy season in June and July. A dazzling long-exposure effort, the fireflies resemble a chimerical glittery effect only seen by fairies in enchanted forests.

[torn-apart-hurricane]

[caughtinyourhipster]

[completelyspeechless]

Love this.