girllookitthatbody-ahh:

I hate when people mention someone in their life by their name without providing me with any context about who this person is.

“So Dylan and I went to yoga class yesterday — ”

Hold it right there. Who the fuck is Dylan. Your boyfriend? Your arch nemesis? Your brother? Your pet sea monkey? Your therapist? Your favourite fictional character? Are you on a first-name basis with your dad? Last-name basis with Bob? WHO THE FUCK IS DYLAN.

(via psvchological)

seek-alternate-route:

stunningpicture:

Was playing around with my camera and some broken glass, and I captured this. (OC)


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Come lay with me. I wanna talk about nothing with someone that means something. Unknown (via unlively)

(Source: trillvcvm, via fazed-out-nights)

obviously-jesus:

neurologically:

WOW I need this on a shirt or necklace or something

I need this on my body
schoolboycouture:

Monday’s… 🙈🙈🙈

Photo: @malcstonephoto 
Tee and Bucket Hat: @bbcicecream_eu
Don’t mistake my kindness for weakness. I’ll choke you with the same hand I fed you with. Anonymous (via ghosts)

(Source: levi-has-the-booty, via fall-of-rome)

kissmeok:

love/couples
Somewhere there is a woman in China holding a black umbrella so she won’t taste the salt of the rain when the sky begins to weep,

there is a 17 year old girl who smells like pomegranates and has summer air tight on her naked skin, wrapping around her scars, like veins in a bloody garden, who won’t make it past tomorrow,

there is a young man, who buys yellow flowers for the woman in apartment 84B, who learned braille when he realized she couldn’t read his poetry about her white neck and mint eyes

there are people watching films,
making love for the first time,
opening mail with the heading of ‘i miss you’,
cooking noodles with organic spices and red sauces,
buying lemon detergent,
ignoring ‘do not smoke’ signs,
painting murals of his lips in abandoned warehouses,
chewing the words ‘i love you’ over and over again,
swallowing phone numbers and forgotten birthdays,
eating strawberry pies,
drinking white wine off of each others open mouths,
ignoring the telephone,
reading this poem

somewhere
someone is thinking
i’m alone
somewhere
someone finally understands
they never really
were

'poems from the grave' (via saeltskin)

Wow

(via africanaphrodite)

(Source: irynka, via shesneverthere)

Wait for someone who tells strangers about you. Vodka thoughts #1 (via blossomfully)

(via shesneverthere)



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