Weeping For Keeps.

She Was a Fading Kind of Day.

[thedarkdarkbright-deactivated20]

i’ve created another world without you in mine and i’d never go back even if you knew how to love me right

[weepingforkeeps]

#goodmorning! From #Grapevine #Texas!

[shehadpotential]

peace offering on Flickr.

Via Flickr: WAIT. Not before. This is now. This is when my eyes are painted black and I challenge the darkness of Kitzia. This is this very moment – neither the past nor the future. NOW. I smile in anticipation, though I don’t know why. I’m a fucking fraud.

[shehadpotential]

Make it a good one.

[plasmatics-life]

“Magic is believing in yourself, if you can do that, you can make anything happen.”

By Julia Dávila-Lampe

[weepingforkeeps]

Product of insomnia (original is not mine, but can be found here: http://picsart.com/i/4432349352?target_item_id=4432349352)

[shehadpotential]

[weepingforkeeps]

Seeing for the First Time on Flickr.

Via Flickr: I remember.

[angelicaldarkness]

Is there something wrong with me?

How can I just not let go of people that mattered so much to me?

Like my best friend I in Edinburgh. Theres some days I’m I seriously miss him. I adored our friendship. He was a complete dick at times but I loved him and he was always there for me.

Like my...

[weepingforkeeps]

We Are Made Of Stars After All . . . on Flickr.

Via Flickr: (Perhaps I should tread more lightly and not concern myself so much with corporeal limitations).

[dearbuddha]

Death is not kind. It’s dark, black as far as you can see, and you’re all alone. But it’s no different when you’re alive, is it? No matter how many relationships we seem to have, we’re all alone.

Misaki Mei, Another (via the-iridescence)

[shehadpotential]

[shehadpotential]

“There are flood and drought over the eyes and in the mouth, dead water and dead sand contending for the upper hand. The parched eviscerate soil gapes at the vanity of toil, laughs without mirth. This is the death of the earth.” ~ T.S. Eliot

[shehadpotential]

She Gave Simply. Freely. Her Love Was Honest.., & That Was All That Mattered.

••• Such careless perfection ~ naturally accentuated very complex and omnipotent shadow (vs.) light-play, repeating soft and familiar melodies. Her happiest consideration was these familiar and harmonious vibrations that every cell within her could recite by heart •••

٣٣٣ (.CELEBRATE.THE.GOLD.WITHOUT.THE.HUE.) ٣٣٣ Flickr: http://flic.kr/p/cNMd1q

[shehadpotential]

I was thinking … what is art? Is there a god? - 40 on Flickr.

[weepingforkeeps]

Photo Blog With Soul - Or maybe I'm just bored...(?)

[redemptionz]