azorel:

seen in Gastown, Vancouver, BC

(via rachellessing)

I smuggled some pictures in… 🙈
My love for her has no bounds… 😍

Our love was born
outside the walls,
in the wind,
in the night,
in the earth,
and that’s why the clay and the flower,
the mud and the roots
know your name.
Pablo Neruda (via introspectivepoet)

(Source: goodreads.com, via bruariswawa)

// I get to see the Frida exhibit today!!!//

And I might just cry.

(Source: the1d975, via bruariswawa)


A classic.

A classic.

(via sophiaphile)

hancatblox:

Found this on Shoreditch High Street, London.

hancatblox:

Found this on Shoreditch High Street, London.

(via sophiaphile)

(Source: tequilabumbum8, via holyhydra)

It’s 4am—
You’re sleeping.
I’m crying.
6 word poem (via mutilated-mentality)

(Source: dramaticir0ny, via o0o0oo)

(Source: bethanyymaee, via holyhydra)

Someone told me there’s a girl out there with love in her eyes and flowers in her hair.
sucrifice:

I look for you in everyone.
I do. I always do. 

sucrifice:

I look for you in everyone.

I do. I always do. 

(via jaybird-throughmywindow)

they say take drugs and see God, but
my teeth are already stained silver, and the
juice is leaking from the electric wires of
my soul, i tell my therapist that my chest is
a cage filled with red confetti, he asks me
if i want to switch pills again, says that it’s
not healthy if i think my bones are boiling,
i tell my thirty-something boyfriend that i
imagine his eyes around my neck like pearls
a French Queen would have once worn, he
asks me why i don’t want to close the
curtains when we make love for the third
time that day, i read him poetry about girls
spilling gasoline inside their mouths and
setting their tongues on fire when boys
with dead eyes kiss them, i am trying to
explain to him that it makes me nervous
when i can’t see the moon hanging by a
thread in the orange night, he smokes
cigarettes and tells me he understands me,
but i know that when we look up at the stars
we see two different galaxies, i tell him i love
him but his words will never ignite my skin,
and when he touches me, i always turn to ash
i know you think of me on nights like this (via irynka)

(via jaybird-throughmywindow)

might of been raised by wolves.. Nomadic, impulsive, wolf in sheep's clothing... architecture/design/music/art whore. My life is a continuous haze of day dreams spent in an imaginary place.