How many times have people used a pen or paintbrush because they couldn’t pull...– Virginia Woolf, from Selected Essays (via lonur) I just don’t have a gun and everyone I know that has one won’t let me borrow it.
THE NEATO MOSQUITO ALT LIT FIREWORKS SHOW: nature... →
sarahjeanalex: neatomosquitoaltlitfireworksshow: we’re here i’m alone with you in capital letters through the window a tall crane builds new things in the distance we’re here realise that it’s perfect to be allowed to like things together i hit the lampshade with a towel dust and dead mosquitos fall and us here in all of it in london quiet dancing realise that part of me is already...
I tell my piano the things I used to tell you.– Frédéric Chopin (via pigmenting)
Anonymous asked: Your tumblr makes me feel a little less dead. Thank you for existing.
I don’t want to be your entire world, no. I would be happy just to be your morning coffee, your hanging car keys, your wallet. Something seemingly insignificant, but if lost throws off your entire day.
I will help you, I promise.
I wish you were walking up the sets of stairs that lead you to my apartment. A surprise visit, you are pulling your bottom lip into your mouth and dragging your teeth slowly across it as you release it back for air, which you do often when we argue. A hand comes up and pushes light brown and blonde hair, the softest hair my fingertips had the opportunity to touch, away from your face. I am...
I am definitely not still mentioning your name in...
oleanderss: when they told me to not make homes out of people i laughed because who would be foolish enough to plant the seeds of themselves in a skin that wasn’t theirs, or in a smile they didn’t own but when i turned to show you there was only quiet empty space and my roots from around your ribcage
I will kiss your scars as you heal, I will sit by your side and hold your hand....– Unknown (via pale-afternoon) i need this
Sometimes you meet someone and even though you never liked brown eyes before, their eyes are your favourite colour now and sometimes you meet someone who can make the sickest addictions seem beautiful and sometimes there’s some people you’d rather sit on a couch with and drink some gas station coffee and read your favourite books over and over while you forget that dinners on the stove so it...
gettin real tired of my own bullshit
Now all you can do is wait. It must be hard for you, but there is a right time...– Haruki Murakami/ The Wind Up Bird Chronicle (via sarahjeanalex)