Pitch-black winter nights live in my bones.
— Friedrich Nietzsche
touch me
nostalgia
lost soul
After you kiss me, I want to have to pull out your poetry from between my teeth.
written by Azra.T, excerpt from "Ugly Love"
brideofchang:

detail from Il (Vengeance) (1851), Francesco Hayez / Backmask, Circa Survive
likeafieldmouse:

Wanda Koop - Hybrid Human (2010)

Being loved is not the same thing as loving. When you fall in love, it is discovering the ocean

after years of puddle jumping. It is realizing you have hands. It is reaching for the tightrope when the crowds have all gone home.


written by Sarah Kay, from “The Type”
rubyetc:

sackitallaff:

Babe did u draw this??

yes that is me I would be babe
retro-mantique:

unionn:

Café Kiss, by Ron Hicks
solarsisterss:

Sunbeams / pee on my face
euo:

Peter Kaaden
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