heart leaking something so strong they can smell it in the street //

"How are you?" It hurt like hell, but when you asked, I said I was okay. I probably stood there for a good minute with the wind on my back and the world beneath me. Until now, looking into your eyes was home.

I tried to write about how I feel but all I could come up was a series of empty words. I tried to tell people about how my day went. How everyone but me seemed to have their life together but they told me that all they could hear was this white noise and a voice screaming "Let me out! Let me out!". I swear to God I am trying my best to spill my soul but everything I spit out of my mouth is black with ashes, but it still tastes like you.

It’s been a year since you left and I am still trying to build walls so high that the memories of you couldn’t get out and new people couldn’t get in. And I am trying so hard to change but the best I can do now is wonder if she will ever start a fire within you that you will never have the power to extinguish.

Do people you like have a radar on them? Like you could be getting over them and one day you don’t think about them at all and the next day they walk past you or say hi or smile or exist and you’re like fuck.

one of our house displays. also one of the reasons why i dont particularly like inviting people at our house 💀

one of our house displays. also one of the reasons why i dont particularly like inviting people at our house 💀

This time last year.

This time last year.

We’re not something, but we’re not nothing.
written by i said this to myself in my head when i was inexcusably drunk one night at a party and saw this guy (of mine?) giving his hands, his heart and his admiration to someone else. i couldn’t be mad because he wasn’t mine, but he also wasn’t hers either (via poetrea)

I saw you for a minute today when you went to my house and I couldn’t be any happier. Those few seconds felt like an eternity. It felt like everything. This is so fucking cheesy. I missed you, you dimwit.

trying to take a photo at the bathroom. (yesterday’s shoot)

trying to take a photo at the bathroom. (yesterday’s shoot)

Anonymous said: height??

My height? 5’5? Not sure.

miladyswan:

I am honestly in shock. He was one of those actors who shaped my view on cinema and comedy. From Jack to Jumanji, Aladdin to Ferngully, Mrs. Doubtfire to Dead Poets Society. Robin Williams was always present during my childhood and it shocks me to no end how he is gone so quickly and so soon. He was truly one of the most talented and funny actors of his time. Rest in peace, sir. Thank you for giving everyone a friend like you.

maggie-stiefvater:


O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
                         But O heart! heart! heart!
                            O the bleeding drops of red,
                               Where on the deck my Captain lies,
                                  Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
                         Here Captain! dear father!
                            The arm beneath your head!
                               It is some dream that on the deck,
                                 You’ve fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
                         Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
                            But I with mournful tread,
                               Walk the deck my Captain lies,
                                  Fallen cold and dead.


Robin Williams. :(

maggie-stiefvater:

O Captain! my Captain! our fearful trip is done,
The ship has weather’d every rack, the prize we sought is won,
The port is near, the bells I hear, the people all exulting,
While follow eyes the steady keel, the vessel grim and daring;
                         But O heart! heart! heart!
                            O the bleeding drops of red,
                               Where on the deck my Captain lies,
                                  Fallen cold and dead.
O Captain! my Captain! rise up and hear the bells;
Rise up—for you the flag is flung—for you the bugle trills,
For you bouquets and ribbon’d wreaths—for you the shores a-crowding,
For you they call, the swaying mass, their eager faces turning;
                         Here Captain! dear father!
                            The arm beneath your head!
                               It is some dream that on the deck,
                                 You’ve fallen cold and dead.
My Captain does not answer, his lips are pale and still,
My father does not feel my arm, he has no pulse nor will,
The ship is anchor’d safe and sound, its voyage closed and done,
From fearful trip the victor ship comes in with object won;
                         Exult O shores, and ring O bells!
                            But I with mournful tread,
                               Walk the deck my Captain lies,
                                  Fallen cold and dead.

Robin Williams. :(

busket:

Ghost Girl (by Kevin Francis Gray)

Via

man but this photoset ignores some of my favorite things about this piece

like this

and this

it gives it more of a story i think

Anonymous said: You sort of remind me of Alaska Young :)

Is it a good thing or a bad thing?