come on, get higher
i am in love with all kinds of art - prints, sketches, photography, poetry, and verse. i mainly use my tumblr to showcase all the beautiful and interesting things i find on this intriguing parallel universe called the internet.
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“Human beings are funny. They long to be with the person they love but refuse to admit openly. Some are afraid to show even the slightest sign of...”
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So young. So honest.
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well that’s the best news i’ve gotten all day
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Where does one find men like this? Where is their home planet?
Pretty sure it’s Brooklyn, New York. There is also a 99.9% likelihood they will possess a beard.
It’s fascinating how life can be simultaneously good and bad at the same time. My immediate life, the part that is waking up in Paris, experiencing new things and people every single day but also finding comfort in a place away from home, is absolutely wonderful. However, back at home, my grandma…
I was thinking of you when I heard all about this. I wished I was there to hug you. I miss you girl.
“Unless it’s mad, passionate, extraordinary love, it’s a waste of your time. There are too many mediocre things in life; Love shouldn’t be one of them.”— Dream for an Insomniac
(via not-foryou)
I just shake it off, shake it off
Pour another drink so I don’t feel a thing
I just shake it off, break it off
Erased all your numbers, blocked all your calls
Tried another lover, built up my walls
Told myself it’s over, don’t know what else I can do
I can’t shake you
fuckity fuck fuck. i think i need to stop watching hart of dixie. this zoe/wade storyline is hitting too close to home.
totally cried when i heard that gloriana song. i wish i could just move on already. what is wrong with me?
he will never apologize and mean it. he would never go out of his way to say he loves me. and he will never change. i can hope all i want, but hoping will never make it so. he cheated on me, he lied to me, he more than let me down - he broke my heart. i lost more than my boyfriend of three years, i lost my best friend of six years.
so what if photos of me are still on the bookshelf in our old apartment a full year later? that he’s still using my handwritten recipe cards to cook with every night? that every so often i get a drunk text saying he misses and loves me? all of that means nothing.
move on, amanda. he’s no good for you. he can’t even be good to himself.
This is my third tattoo and my first literary tattoos. They are the stars from the corners of each page of the Harry Potter books.
I am in love with this. So simple & with so much meaning. First tattoo, maybe? Good way to take the plunge.
Adam Levine is so distracting. Stop it, Adam. I’m trying to study.
it means a lot that you came here to speak to me
and i will listen in ways i never did before
i’ll hear the pause between each word and when your presentations heard
then i’ll need to show you to the door
cause some people were just meant to be a memory.
to be called upon to remind us how we’ve changed
the way the scattered ever-busy bright lights of a city
might look off to a distant mountain range
For no other reason than this should be on everyone’s dash at least once every ten minutes.
But things just get so crazy, living life gets hard to do
Sunday morning, rain is falling and I’m calling out to you
Singing, “Someday it’ll bring me back to you.”
Find a way to bring myself back home to you
Rocking boots, leggings and leather tonight for #BRMC. #delightitude
