you got those crying eyes
alia / 18 / los angeles

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"I want to go with the one I love. I do not want to calculate the cost. I do not want to think about whether it's good. I do not want to know whether he loves me."
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also i’m going to amsterdam gay pride tomorrow which is so exciting!!! like idk i’ve still only told my close friends and my dad about my ~sexuality~ but growing up super catholic and having a really homophobic extended family made it difficult to come to terms with my gayness so it feels really like cleansing? to be open about it now

being in berlin was so fantastic and my new life goal is just to find a way to live there because it’s like idk the city has this whole super creative vibe that just gets in you and i’ve felt so inspired and shit recently and it’s just so great berlin is the place to be

russiangrammar:

Abandoned Russia: top 7 most creepy places

Spielberg could film thrillers ‘a-la russe’ here. Lynch still has a chance to film his 3rd ‘Twin Peaks’ series in one of these places. Finally, if Freddy Krueger were Russian, he’d certainly have lived in a creepy izba

russiangrammar:

Abandoned Russia: top 7 most creepy places

Spielberg could film thrillers ‘a-la russe’ here. Lynch still has a chance to film his 3rd ‘Twin Peaks’ series in one of these places. Finally, if Freddy Krueger were Russian, he’d certainly have lived in a creepy izba

Everyone just calls us best friends, best friends for life, like we’re just friends hanging out. We fuck and friends don’t fuck. I have never fucked one of my friends. -Angel Haze on her relationship with Ireland Baldwin

kada-bura:

some black n white doodles from today

kada-bura:

some black n white doodles from today

based-naruto:

please watch this very important video

raeoffrecord:

WIPHave to finish this one this evening…no time for too much detailing x_x

raeoffrecord:

WIP
Have to finish this one this evening…no time for too much detailing x_x

babybirched:

love lockdown // kanye west

i’m in love with you, but the vibe is wrong
and that haunted me on the way home
so you’ll never know, never never know.

"I’m full of poetry now. Rot and poetry. Rotten poetry.
UnknownErnest Hemingway, The Snows of Kilimanjaro (via malstroms)
destroyed-and-abandoned:

Abandoned Saab in the woods at Hammarn (Sweden)

destroyed-and-abandoned:

Abandoned Saab in the woods at Hammarn (Sweden)

”… it’s fucking great. We were once the same egg.”   
littlealienproducts:

Crystal brooch // $7
"I don’t like sleep. I like glassy, red-tinted, half-shut, blurry visioned “fuck me” eyes. I don’t want to have sex just because it’s nine thirty on a friday night and your parents are out for dinner. I want that look of acceptance from your mother when you say we’ll go out to eat with them and that look of satisfaction from you when you keep your hand on my thigh under the restaurant table all evening. I don’t like sleep. I don’t like laying in bed, just allowing the present to become the past like it meant nothing after it’s happened. I like staying up too late on the good days, and even more on the bad days, thinking that maybe things will get better the longer I’m up - knowing they won’t, but still hoping they might. I like the vulgarity of late nights. Like all the bad decisions come out with the moon, or when the music from the bar across the street gets louder to cover the fact that everybody’s breathing just got a whole lot heavier. I don’t like sleep because I can’t stop thinking that if I didn’t sleep, I could stare at the night sky long enough over time to finally see a star die. People ask me why I look tired all the time. And there’s no way to say that I stayed up all night to count every star to try to sum up even a quarter of a fraction of how I feel for you. So I just say I had nightmares again. And I don’t think I’m entirely wrong. No, I don’t like sleep. I don’t like feeling like I’m missing chunks of my life, like I’m blacking out and not even with a drunk story to tell about it. I don’t like knowing that life fast forwards for me while it’s crawling for you. Because I keep trying to get on my hands and knees to keep up but it doesn’t seem to be working. No, I don’t like sleeping. Not alone, and not here. So maybe not ever.
Unknown

Entirely Wrong by k.p.k

(via towritepoems)