Jamie

•discovering the wondrous unknown• 16 •pictures are the visualisation of words•

[wnq-writers]

Everything on this planet is made out of stardust.How could you say you’re not beautiful when you’re literally made of stars?

normashoe (via wnq-writers)

[wnq-writers]

There are moments where I look into the night sky And realize that we are nothing but flakes of dust Compared to the stars and planets in our Universe But when I look into your eyes I realize that we are flakes of dust that have fallen from the moon

blackandwhitedreamsofvoids (via wnq-writers)

[perrfectly]

brb dying of cuteness 🐶

[alittlebitoflace]

The most important relationship you have is with yourself. Every other relationship is a bonus.

Beyonce, Formation World Tour - Toronto (via alittlebitoflace)

[perrfectly]

I like how sleeping next to someone means more than sex sometimes, the body’s way of saying ‘I trust you to be by my side at my most vulnerable time,’ you have no defenses when you are asleep, you tell no lies

Eric Shaw (via perrfectly)

[queenofpalestine]

[afadthatlastsforever]

The hours between 12am and 6am have a funny habit of making you feel like you’re either on top of the world, or under it.

Beau Taplin || the hours between.  (via afadthatlastsforever)

[parasoli]

tanya dziahileva.

[fxdxo]

[danielodowd-deactivated20170124]

[anamorphosis-and-isolate]

[end-less-elegance]

[mimohsa]

mimohsa

[unversatile]

unversatile

[calmh]

c a l m h

[wnq-writers]

Have you ever met another soul so connected to yours that you have sworn you two danced together as stars before becoming beings of stardust? God, I have; and I still keep a little bit of the love I feel stored away in a secret compartment in my heart. It’s so intoxicatingly alluring, you don’t know where you’re headed but, you know as long as she’s around you’ll be okay. Even though we are on new adventures in our lives, I still feel her soul’s silhouette dancing around with mine. When I’m reminded of what was and what is still yet to come, I smile. Even if we drifted apart, we would still come back together somehow, I’m not talking luck; I’m talking fate.

S.S  (via wnq-writers)

[nonconcept]

[whatinspiresdancaji]

[artlog]

[ikwt]