Someday in Heaven
fucked-up-sketches:

a flower does not think of competing to the flower next to it. it just blooms
pages from my sketchbook
cuntcore:

his pledge to her.
i will kill the spiders. i will share my fries with you when you’ve finished all yours and are still hungry. i won’t ever pop my collar.  i will never be rude to your tummy- when i hear it growl and gurgle, i promise to bend down and reply respectfully. i will eat the mushrooms when we order the supreme pizza. i will kiss the papercuts. and the door-slammed finger. and the counter-bumped hip. i’ll try my hardest not to get annoyed when you whisper questions and comments during movies. i will be the big spoon. i will let you win at wrestling. sometimes. other times i will not. i will go faster. harder. i will pull when you want. and tease you when you don’t. i will send you random txts and leave you silly gifts. not always. not on schedule. just whenever i want to. whenever i think you need one. or seven. i will check your tire pressure. and remind you to take your car in. i will hold your hand. i will love you. i will love you. i will love you.
I gave wrong people the right pieces of me.
- (via only-seoul)

(Source: jakuzarskey)


shego:

shout out to people who have seen you naked but you can still have regular conversations with


solaces:

peaceful-moon:

re-examine:

shortstackphotos:

cosmofilius:

humble-vibes:

could stay up there forever

i wanna join you mi hermana

Meee too?:)

this looks perfect

meet you guys there

my fav activity
imsopale:

☽ ♢ ☾ imsopale ☽♢☾Source: [x]
Depression turns you into a series of nouns, without the adjectives and without the verbs. You don’t remember where you misplaced your descriptions, your actions (under the sink with your emotions). You become: bed, shower, socks, coffee, keys, obligations.
- A Series of Nouns (via cardboardcaribou)

(Source: ethiopienne)


eyesfordreaming:

revanisdarth:

Salt Lake City Utah

Hahahaha I literally just posted this on my personal thing today…
Inside us there is a word we cannot pronounce and that is who we are.
- Anthony Marra, from A Constellation Of Vital Phenomena (via sweetlotus)

(Source: violentwavesofemotion)