violet ink.

the colour of your blood, alive and red, spilled into my blue and became the only ink with which i knew how to write.

[blueklectic]

[1000drawings]

Tiger  Beach  by Vincent Cecil

[obeyev1l]

A History Of Black Cowboys And The Myth That The West Was White

[die-rosastrasse]

transparent roses 

[unokmindent]

[driflloon]

santa maria de buenos aires : mica arganaraz for holiday magazine spring/summer 2016

[nighttimers-deactivated20160817]

Have you ever met someone and found them so attractive that everything they do is beautiful. The way their nose wrinkles when they smile, the way their hips move when they walk, the way they lick their lips when they’re deep in concentration, the way their lips move as they talk. Everything they do brings beauty, and it’s captivating to watch.

[roybrandys]

[bitchgrrrrl-blog]

true love cafe - nicole dollananger

[gnossienne]

Kintsugi: the Japanese art of repairing broken pottery with gold-infused lacquer. The practice adheres to the philosophy of treating breakage and repair as natural parts of an object’s history, rather than incidents whose evidence is to be concealed (x) Repaired Heart, Kintsugi Study #4) and Kintsugi Study #2 by TJ Volonis

[robert-hadley]

The World of Interiors, February 2007. Alexandre Bailhache

[triphy]

[thelovejournals]

The most frightening sound in the world is your own heart beating. No one likes to talk about that, but it is true. In the midst of deep fear, it’s a secret beast pounding a giant fist on some inner door, demanding to get in.

Jonathan Carroll  (via thelovejournals)

[floralls]

Untitled | Flickr

[hatin-deactivated20140225]

[oroborvs]

wl,

[wnq-music]

I love kissing. If I could kiss all day, I would. I can’t stop thinking about kissing. I like kissing more than sex because there’s no end to it. You can kiss forever. You can kiss yourself into oblivion. You can kiss all over the body. You can kiss yourself to sleep. And when you wake up, you can’t stop thinking about kissing. Dammit, I can’t get anything done because I’m so busy thinking about kissing. Kissing is madness! But it’s absolute paradise, if you can find a good kisser.

Sufjan Stevens (via decadentwesterner)

[poems-and-words]