My sister. My boyfriend. My two best friends.

My best friend and I. In our natural states. I love this kid.

My best friend and I. In our natural states. I love this kid.

Proudly donning brilliantly coloured head scarves, we take selfies late in the night.

its been a hot second. but here’s some shit i’ve been fucking around with. lots of red. red red red.

Al Sabo forest preserve, Kalamazoo, MI

Al Sabo forest preserve, Kalamazoo, MI

can’t even explain my love for this man. 

can’t even explain my love for this man. 

halstedvodka:

Actually think the tee shirt suits Gandalf better than those long, flowing robes and the hat.
#equality  #lordsvigil

I love you, Ian McKellen. I do.

halstedvodka:

Actually think the tee shirt suits Gandalf better than those long, flowing robes and the hat.

#equality  #lordsvigil

I love you, Ian McKellen. I do.

reunited with a paint sesh. I love my friends.

That’s friendship right there."
“No, that’s ecstasy.

some bad kids
Rossito. Just a real genuine guy. That FutureTrill.

Rossito. Just a real genuine guy. That FutureTrill.

my buddy T is an amazing glover. so we experimented with some long exposure shots. rave and roll on, amigos.

You tried to change, didn’t you? Closed your mouth more, tried to be softer, prettier, less volatile, less awake…You can’t make homes out of human beings. Someone should have already told you that.

Warsan Shire (via cad-y)

(Source: theseliteraryquotes, via strung-out)

eatsleepdraw:

Heather Jennings, Sydney-based artist
Tumblr: http://hethoughtofcars.tumblr.com 
Twitter: https://twitter.com/hethjennings

eatsleepdraw:

Heather Jennings, Sydney-based artist

Tumblr: http://hethoughtofcars.tumblr.com 

Twitter: https://twitter.com/hethjennings

toes know.

toes know.

sinews couldnt

how she could cry all wrapped up in sinews that werent her own because she was mistaken in thinking those sinews could keep out the world and all the bad that it brought…

they couldnt.

so she had to stop hiding behind misplaced yet gracious sinews that tried and failed at making her happy.

and he,
skeletally masculine in his slenderness,
brought out what he had and laid all that before her,

but

couldnt even begin to understand that all those things couldnt fill the little lonely pockets that she couldnt ever forget about or leave behind.

it was fated a tragedy from the beginning.

a torn up,
worn out,
nine mile travesty-

that ruined things and could not gather the karma to bring something back to life.

no rejuvenation of old dreams and no support for new ones.

all just a rickety staircase that leads to no where.