Loading...
problem loading posts

jasmine.

j'ai pas sommeil.
shoothim:

Dinosaur, Mouse, Man

shoothim:

Dinosaur, Mouse, Man

(via igaer)

littleworries:

i went to where i found you

littleworries:

i went to where i found you

(via flying-across-auroras)

(via moonhymns)


Christo and Jeanne-Claude, 
Wrapped Trees

(via euconhecolugares)

Loneliness adds beauty to life. It puts a special burn on sunsets and makes night air smell better

Henry Rollins (via inmilkwood)

(via inmilkwood)

foolproofpoem:

You Were Reading the Paper Too Calmly (dyed paper, bad lighting, and a royal safari typewriter)
My words read the wayA flower wilts.And your eyes fallTo the curling vines on the trellis outside.
You pickpocket my mouthWith your hot tongue,But eggs have fried with less heat.
You act as if you had designed gravityTo lift us from the earthAnd I had stitched my feet to the groundLike a tantrum.
You hunt me.I have felt bear traps and fish netsIn your fingertips against my cheek.
I wrote us together in this inkBut there is a continent in the coffee tableThat separates us in a living roomToo small to have a couch.

foolproofpoem:

You Were Reading the Paper Too Calmly (dyed paper, bad lighting, and a royal safari typewriter)

My words read the way
A flower wilts.
And your eyes fall
To the curling vines on the trellis outside.

You pickpocket my mouth
With your hot tongue,
But eggs have fried with less heat.

You act as if you had designed gravity
To lift us from the earth
And I had stitched my feet to the ground
Like a tantrum.

You hunt me.
I have felt bear traps and fish nets
In your fingertips against my cheek.

I wrote us together in this ink
But there is a continent in the coffee table
That separates us in a living room
Too small to have a couch.

lucamantovanelli:

Conuropsis carolinensis

lucamantovanelli:

Conuropsis carolinensis

bionicoaf:

The Mountain Goats - Up The Wolves

There will always be a few things, maybe several things, that you’re going to find really difficult to forgive.

(via fingersvoiceheart)

(via twice-pe)

blue-voids:

Graham Dean - Close-Up Kiss, watercolor on paper, 1988

blue-voids:

Graham Dean - Close-Up Kiss, watercolor on paper, 1988

(via scumfuckwastoid)


Charles Bukowski, “A Poet in New York”

Charles Bukowski, “A Poet in New York”

(via seafoamchild)