man, fuck this shit.

there’s probably some real life happening somewhere

and i can probably find it.

i love you: it’s not becoming a habit,i won’t murmur it when i have nothing better to say or do to you when my thoughts are coming slow and heavy. it could be the last time i ever see you flying in the wind at a bus stop and “i love you” is my top choice over “later.”

“i don’t count on my tomorrows, dr. lewis. do you?”

(via fortydown)

(Source: theenddesigns, via usuallyspirit)

sundaysad:

 Christina Penland

IT CAME TO MY EARS WITH THE GODDAMN LOVELIEST MELODY

orgivemedeath:

Though recognition’s been delayed by its circuitous construction, now the pattern, long concealed, emerges into view. Is it not fine? Is it not simple, and elegant, and severe? How strange, after the long exacting toil of preparation, it takes only the slightest effort and less thought to send…

(via orgivemedeath)

orgivemedeath:

this is for clara

(Source: cassjaytuck)

bam.

(Source: professorburnett)

cusackclone:

Try not to cry on your pasta indeed.

how original.

whysoquiet:

this is the smoke i’m always breathin’

this is the soft voice of the evening

liiiiike.

ianbrooks:

Literary Voms by Alicia Martín

In Casa de America, Madrid, Alicia created these streaming sculptures that utilize approximately 5,000 books a piece. Like the morning after a night out with a little too much drinky, these installations seem to be purging the poison that’s inside them, though literary knowledge may be something worth keeping down.

(via: designverb / mymodernmet)

(via usuallyspirit)

harr.

(Source: amanda34029)

but there’s no need to worry

this is just a vacation

it’s not permanently leaving

every kid gets excited

(via l-aeroport)

and he thinks you look pretty

he’s eyeing your stockings.