(Source: undsasha)
"You lose it if you talk about it."
(Source: vkinna)
(Source: coolatheist)
Julius Tutsch
(Source: profound-blisss)
(Source: marochikuwasabi)
just saw a guy wearing a nirvana t-shirt lmfao i bet cant even name three noble truths of buddhism
“Togetherness is a warm tub: Adults and children crowd a small public pool in Reykjavik to soak in natural hot water drawn from nearby springs.”
august 1969
national geographic
From the moment I saw you, I knew I was gonna spend the rest of my life avoiding you.
(Source: blackartsviper)
i dont know if people are checking me out or shocked at how ugly i am
(Source: marinasexual)
yaa so why aren’t we together
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And this is how we danced: our mothers’
white dresses spilling from our feet, late August
turning our hands dark red. And this is how we loved:
a fifth of vodka and an afternoon in the attic, your fingers
sweeping through my hair—my hair a wildfire.
We covered our ears and your father’s tantrum turned
to heartbeats. When our lips touched the day closed
into a coffin. In the museum of the heart
there are two headless people building a burning house.
In case of rain, there was always the shotgun
above the fireplace. Always another hour to kill—only
to beg some god to return the seconds. If not the attic,
the car. If not the car, the dream. If not the boy, his clothes.
If not alive, put down the phone. Because the year
is a distance we’ve traveled in circles. Which is to say:
this is how we danced: alone in sleeping bodies.
Which is to say: this is how we loved: a knife on the tongue
turning into a tongue.
“Home Wrecker,” Ocean Vuong (via commovente)
