I sleep on forest floors, staring at cracked skylines. The sky is on fire and drowning all at once.



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"from birth we are
taught exactly
how to leave one
another.
"
departure (via vvuoto)

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photogenicfelines:

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englishsnow:

by indiamae

2 hours ago

emanuelco:

Roland.

New York. June, 2014

emanuelco:

Roland.
New York. June, 2014

3 hours ago

maddishly:

I was tagged in the six selfie things so have an excessive amount of my face

I tag anyone who wants to do it you go for it friends


aphelia:

Delicate. by léo Δ on Flickr.

elisebrown:

Tata Uskova

5 hours ago

melodyhansen:

Exploring Vancouver Island, BC

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"This is what I miss… not something that’s gone, but something that will never happen."
—Margaret Atwood, Cat’s Eye (via larmoyante)

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nichvlas:

new york city snowfall (by jessieroth)

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nichvlas:

new york city snowfall (by jessieroth)

14 hours ago

natgeofound:

A well-worn stairway leads to a house on Oahu’s North Shore, November 1979.Photograph by Robert Madden, National Geographic

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natgeofound:

A well-worn stairway leads to a house on Oahu’s North Shore, November 1979.Photograph by Robert Madden, National Geographic

Ajete, I typed this super long reply to you with writing tips but I hit the back button by accident. Ugh I hate touch screens ;____;


Anonymous: You are like the most amazing beautiful human being on this fucking earth.

Omg thank you friend!! You’re so kind. This made my day & I hope you’ve had a lovely day! :)


"There is a man at the front door
dressed like a debt collector
who tells me you owe him something.
He doesn’t know your name,
but he’s sure it’s you he’s looking for.
On Tuesdays,
the window holds the face of a woman
who is convinced she knows
where God is,
and she’s convinced she needs to show you,
but you don’t speak the same language.
Every phone in the house is ringing
and the voice on the other end
says he’s your father
and he’s finally sorry after all these years.
Listen, there’s no way to make this easy.
Listen, I’d bury these ghosts for you but I
can’t kill a dead thing,
no matter how alive it seems.
I would have swallowed your heart and
kept it safe in my growing belly
until it was ready
for this world,
but you’re stronger than that.
Baby, you can’t outrun disease
when it’s growing inside of you.
You should have known that by now,
but I won’t hold it against you.
I’ll get rid of the doorbell
and cut the phone lines to stop the noise
if that will bring the music back.
You are so much louder than
whatever told you to stop singing,
and my ears are all yours
if you’ll take them.
"
—Y.Z, you are more than what is weighing you down (via rustyvoices)

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15 hours ago

stereocolours:

Endless Night
Adam Marshall Photography 

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