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Careful on your shred sticks, kids
“Nothing hurts if you don’t let it” she told me once. She also told me how I always tasted like whiskey. Those nights that we would meet up on the park. Under the light of the moon we would steal brief flashes of skin on skin, mouth to mouth, we’d weave fairy tales against each others bodies. Her hand in mine under constellations, we’d whisper into each others ears stories of where we would be in ten years time. She had a mystique about her that always left me wanting more, and a smile that would melt the hearts of the coldest man. She left us last year. Taken too soon. Taken because she couldn’t carry the weight of expectation that life burdened her with. I often look out of my bedroom window into the night sky, and up at the stars and the moon. And hope that she’s still out there. Hope that she’s as cosmic in death as she was in life. But most of all, I hope that there’s nothing hurting her. Not now. Nothing hurts if you don’t let it.
The Night Sky - litandlethargy (via litandlethargy)
I'm not only dead I'm six feet in the ground. I'm not buried so I can still see the sun. it's still dark down here I can hardly read the manual to inflate my wings oh wait it's in my head I'm above the grave and the yard
What a beautiful morning.
Coffee and a cigarette Lone Ranger on the stoop Marvelled at the frost The welcoming icy air on my face, nipping cheeks Pinkish hue on the horizon Farewelled the full moon Said hello to the crows Board underneath my feet Wheels no longer creak
Some of your reblogs are so hilarious -and you're making me and my huzzy crack up in tears of laughter - thank you lady. - from magicandmistakes (whistlexfade)
Well thank you! It’s awesome to know at least someone adores the same humor that I do.
Almost done this one! Thanks @hotartwetcity
Pretty awesome local artist here in Van city!
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Melancholic & @garybreckheimer | October 2015
This shoot was an adrenaline rush like no other!
I fell in love with her courage, her sincerity, and her flaming self respect. And it’s these things I’d believe in, even if the whole world indulged in wild suspicions that she wasn’t all she should be. I love her and that’s the beginning and end of everything.
[F. Scott Fitzgerald] (via everlytrue)
I am a forest and a night of dark trees: but he who is not afraid of my darkness, will find banks full of roses under my cypresses.
Friedrich Nietzsche. (via empiregrotesk)
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