contradictionaddiction: I don’t think it’s a coincidence that morning and mourning sound the same
tall: I just want to disappear into the woods and become a tree.
If we only had tonight
She walks into his dark and silent house and holds the walls to guild her way to the living room, that is lit by candles sporadically placed. She makes her way into the living room and takes off her shoes by the couch, she takes off her jacket and pants leaving a trail to his bedroom. She stands in his doorway in a white bra and pink laced underwear. He looks up at her with his eyes glazed over...
lonelywhiteasian: lay nudes at my gravestone, not flowers. flowers will wither away, but a bomb ass booty is forever
bananabuttmuffin: The best road rage I’ve ever seen was this girl screaming out of her car window “I hope you don’t fuck like you drive!” I still think about that sometimes.
the flesh covers the bone and they put a mind in there and sometimes a soul,...– Charles Bukowski, “Alone with Everybody” (via creeperella)
We stood there, looking at each other, saying nothing. But it was the kind of...– Jenny Han, It’s Not Summer Without You (via 4mbivalent)
randomstuff134: sodamnrelatable: take a moment to realize you have never seen your face in person, just reflections and pictures some scientists agree that if you saw a clone of yourself, you wouldn’t recognise it as you, because our idea of what we look like is so different from what we actually look like
redlvrum: You could never be the reason I’m sad, I love you, you only make me happy (:
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