(Source: findingmello)
I dream you, and you come to me
intact, in focus, indiscreet, mouthing
the sweetest lies as if we cared.
As if, in fact, we might begin again
with needle-tracks and scratches down your arms
that might have told in drunken hieroglyphs
how heavy-shouldered I pick my way
through a night of empty forecourts,
back to the etceteras of passion:
the obligatory pathos of discarded shoes,
the glass of water juddering by the bed,
the face my heavenly eyes avoid.
—Tim Kendall, “Hieroglyphs”
Photography Credit Leonid Tishkov and Boris Bendikov
Yesterday, I’ve done something that I have been wanting to do.
It’s done. It’s done. It’s done.
I can’t even.
One of my favorite lines
no one asked me to do this one i just felt like it WATCH THIS SERIES AND CRY WITH ME
O H M Y GOD
THIS IS THE BEST GUIDELINE I’VE EVER READ
remember no jutsu
I’m crying
(via snowy-spiders)
do u ever feel bugs on you when there are no bugs
theyre the ghosts of bugs that youve killed
i wish i could unread this
(Source: jssey, via british-in-my-brain)
