train of thought

words that I so deeply crave have what meaning in a world that has lost virtue and hope ... but don't forget to love yourself.
I love you, yes you.

You are here, you exist, so just be. Remember to be unconditionally and unapologetically yourself.

We are flawless imperfection stitched together with genuine human intentions of unlimited impossible possibilities.

Remember you are no less than the tall rooted trees and the complex comos made in this universe...another cosmic child.

☮☼✌☮☼✌☼☮☮☼✌☮☼✌☼☮
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"I think everything in life is art. What you do. How you dress. The way you love someone, and how you talk. Your smile and your personality. What you believe in, and all your dreams. The way you drink your tea. How you decorate your home. Or party. Your grocery list. The food you make. How your writing looks. And the way you feel. Life is art." 


— Helena Bonham Carter (via caciazoo)


nuug-life:

cuz sunday bumday got me feelin’ some type of way 💨

nuug-life:

cuz sunday bumday got me feelin’ some type of way 💨




rowshark:

Fernando Vicente - Vanitas



rowshark:

Cereal Killers trading cards from Joe Simko part 1



highasskitten:

evilgh0st:

I just want to feel okay in my own skin instead of feeling like I need to scratch it all off.

How I feel right now



ennuih:

You let your hand slide through high grass. Trying to feel what your heart can’t feel anymore.

ennuih:

You let your hand slide through high grass. Trying to feel what your heart can’t feel anymore.

(via highasskitten)



tiannajuana:

Quality wax on top of quality kief. Toasted 😎

(Source: )



csidesuicide:

The second we are born, we start dying. So this is not life, this is death.

csidesuicide:

The second we are born, we start dying. So this is not life, this is death.



satansmokesmeup:

you were a temporary home//but she needed a skeleton

satansmokesmeup:

you were a temporary home//but she needed a skeleton





"we were
and then we weren’t
sometimes people fall asleep in love
and wake up empty
sometimes people fall asleep
and don’t wake up at all
and it hurts
until it doesn’t
and you don’t always feel it at first
but when you feel it
oh god do you feel it
and sometimes we bleed ourselves
dry before we can feel okay again
and sometimes the scars don’t fade
like the doctor said they would
and i know sometimes I come home
with my knees torn apart and
lips that look like cherries
but taste like blood
and one day I’ll be spitting up your
name and I won’t be able to taste
anything but you
and you
and you
and I can’t stop my heart from beating so
fast that I collapse on the ground trying
to catch my breath
and I can’t fall asleep knowing that I
might wake up and not be yours
because tonight we are
but who knows if you’ll still love me when the
sun pierces through the blinds and hits you
in the face" 


— I hope you love me in the morning (via extrasad)

(via highasskitten)



"Everything in my head went quiet. 

All the ticks, all the constantly refreshing images just disappeared. 

When you have Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, you don’t really get quiet moments. 

Even in bed, I’m thinking: 
Did I lock the doors? Yes. 
Did I wash my hands? Yes. 
Did I lock the doors? Yes. 
Did I wash my hands? Yes. 
But when I saw her, the only thing I could think about was the hairpin curve of her lips.. 
Or the eyelash on her cheek- 
the eyelash on her cheek- 
the eyelash on her cheek. 
I knew I had to talk to her. 
I asked her out six times in thirty seconds. 
She said yes after the third one, but none of them felt right, so I had to keep going. 
On our first date, I spent more time organizing my meal by color than I did eating it, or talking to her.. 
But she loved it. 
She loved that I had to kiss her goodbye sixteen times or twenty-four times at different times of the day. 
She loved that it took me forever to walk home because there are lots of cracks on our sidewalk. 
When we moved in together, she said she felt safe, like no one would ever rob us because I definitely lock the door eighteen times. 
I’d always watch her mouth when she talked- 
when she talked- 
when she talked- 
when she talked; 
when she said she loved me, her mouth would curl up at the edges. 
At night, she’d lay in bed and watch me turn all the lights off.. And on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off, and on, and off. 
She’d close her eyes and imagine that the days and nights were passing in front of her. 
But then.. She said I was taking up too much of her time. 
That I couldn’t kiss her goodbye so much because I was making her late for work.. 
When she said she loved me, her mouth was a straight line.. 
When I stopped in front of a crack in the sidewalk, she just kept walking.. 
And last week she started sleeping at her mother’s place. 
She told me that she shouldn’t have let me get so attached to her; that this whole thing was a mistake, but.. 
How can it be a mistake that I don’t have to wash my hands after I touch her? 
Love is not a mistake, and it’s killing me that she can run away from this and I just can’t. 
I can’t go out and find someone new because I always think of her. 
Usually, when I obsess over things, I see germs sneaking into my skin. 
I see myself crushed my an endless succession of cars.. 
And she was the first beautiful thing I ever got stuck on. 
I want to wake up every morning thinking about the way she holds her steering wheel.. 
How she turns shower knobs like she opening a safe. 
How she blows out candles- 
blows out candles- 
blows out candles- 
blows out candles- 
blows out-…. 
Now, I just think about who else is kissing her. 
I can’t breathe because he only kisses her once-he doesn’t care if it’s perfect! 
I want her back so bad.. 
I leave the door unlocked. 
I leave the lights on. ”

(Source: edgarwrights, via chelseaalysse)



dreamliest:

Monets house and garden

(via dreamliest)