I wrote the story myself...

[sexy-skinny-confident]

I am not where I want to be, but thank god I am not where I used to be.

(via thatkindofwoman)

[justlyrics]

[alonesomes]

My love is honey tongue. Dandelion wine in a pitcher. Thirsty love. My love licks it’s fingers before it has even fed. My love is peach juice dripping down the neck. Too much sugar love. Cavity love. Toothache, tummy ache love. Soft hands holding the jaw open love. Summer love. Sticky sweet, sticky sweat love. My love can’t ride a bike. My love walks everywhere. Wanders through the river. Feeds the fish, skips the stones. Barefoot love. My love stretches itself out on the grass, kisses a nectarine. My love is never waiting. My love is a traveller, a fruit-eater, a holder. My love is alive. Warm. It lives. It breathes.

Caitlyn Siehl, Warm after “Love, Gravity, and Other Forces” by Anita Ofokansi (via alonesomes)

[rimoonhb]

[doresque-deactivated20160814]

[nomediocre]

[almoststardust]

backstage at Giambattista Valli

[sams98]

“Miley, what’s good?” Oil on canvas 2015

jk I made this in my print media class

[1billy2beers]

Oh my god

[black--lamb-blog]

ART HISTORY HAS RISEN..FINALLY

[aureat]

[the-alexisren]

[blossomfully]

Mostly,“ she said, “it’s the fear that if we allow anyone to know us the way we know ourselves, they’d rather not know us at all.

S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #232 (via blossomfully)

[furples]

[redmysteryalexx]

I’m laying in my bed, in my house and all I want to do is go home

[sangreymiel]

[nomenu]

[auen]

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