Screw stardust; be iron instead.
Be the element that creates stardust.
Be the element that causes the largest stars to explode.
Be the element that is strong enough to collapse an entire universe. —-k.m | supernovae (via koreyan)

neutralbeauty:

Venice 

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fanceii:

✰ indie☽

✰ pretty indie ✰t

Behind the scenes of the Harper’s Bazaar Germany shoot!

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svba:

I actually have a lot of these that are decent js

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Well, let’s say that since you were little, you always dreamed of getting a lion. And you wait, and you wait, and you wait, and you wait but the lion doesn’t come. And along comes a giraffe. You can be alone, or you can be with the giraffe."
“I’d wait for the lion.”
“That’s why I worry about you. —Beginners, 2010 (via writingwillows)

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darkorgasm:

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ignaciotorres:

G-Series

tsktsks:

embroidery series #3 | i wonder if she just needs your love more than i do

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stonelykos:

Girl Interrupted (1999)

Installation of drawings by David Shrigley at The Gallery Restaurant at Sketch, London. Interior design by India Mahdavi.

I do not feel good. Do not breathe easily. Do not like how I keep returning to his bedroom. And that bathroom. And that shower, where he climbed in as I was trying to wash him off and giggled as he peed on me.

I scrub at my skin but only work to make it look more like something that was his. Raw and red. Wiped so hard that there is dots of blood and a new rash on my knees. I have gone from “body” to “branded flank.” When my hands slip in-between my legs, I am red-cheeked and ready at first, but the first plunge in hot space leaves my fingers coated in him. His stained breath. His threadbare head. His ugly laugh and persistent emails. His Facebook messages, after I told him to leave me alone. His text messages, after I blocked him on Facebook. His emails, after I ignored ten of his “how are you”s in a row. Him slapping me across the face on the nights he had screamed “bitch” at me during the day.

I do not feel good. I keep trying to purge myself to find me again without him in it. But myself has become a thing he created. A before and after. I have no more control. I cannot let another put their hands on me without going stiff. Or going silent and dozing off. Or leaving my body like a gift for them and following my head somewhere else, somewhere far apart.

I do not feel good. I feel like him. I feel like he wanted me to.

—

before / after, Lora Mathis 

old thoughts 

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