ЯΞ∆DY | SΞT | ЯΞVOLUTIOИ ®
  You are flowers in my stomach.
 Cutting me open nightly, blooming through the cracks of the ribs. 
I only want to be the sun for you.
— Elke River (via feellng)

(via langleav)

  I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart: I am, I am, I am.
— Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar (via proustitute)

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twerkingdead:

*looks in a mirror* you again

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  Beyond my anxiety, beyond this writing,
the universe waits, inexhaustible, inviting.
— Jorge Luis Borges (via fuckyeahjorgeluisborges)

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Untitled (Somewhere In Lucid) | 7.24.14 4:43 p.m.

Outside The Apt.
The Rain
Crashed The Pavement.
In Silence… He Listened
He Was Listening
To The Melody
Of The Water
It Became Meditation
Everything Didn’t Matter
Words Spoken In A Distance
Drowned Out…
I Felt MySelf Drifting To Sleep
As The Thunder Ricocheted
Off My Heart…
I Was Somewhere In Lucid
Before & After
PEACE…

lanatura:

Hazy Nights (by Owen Spargo)
Binx Walton
millly:

They are equally beautiful.
  Everything is temporary.
3 words that completely changed my life once I fully accepted them (via conflictingheart)

(Source: lunacrystals, via millly)

 
uncontained-imagination:

forghets:

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