I like to drown myself in thoughts

of how every moment spent with you was better than the alternative

it’s all in my head, I know

the glorification of something insignificant and short-lived

but I just can’t help it

I like the way your hair always stuck up to the left in the mornings

a little bit frizzy

and how your feet would turn slightly inward whenever we walked

and the freckles on your arms and the scar on your knee that used to make you cringe when I’d touch it

I like the way words sounded when they came from you

and when you called me sugar

as if, somehow, your life became slightly sweeter whenever I made an appearance

(or maybe I just read too far into that)

I like your apathy

and also your passion

and I don’t mind if you were a little bit of a music nazi 

because it’s hard, in this day and age, to find anyone who cares about anything that much

I like to live in fantasy

play dress-up and make-believe

wear red lipstick, and pretend you’re coming back

and that distancing yourself is just a temporary fix to a problem you’ll someday realize you never actually had

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want more grunge?

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pressed orchid project is growin’

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الفنان ” Bryan Lewis Saunders “

ينقل تجربته  برسمه لمجموعة من الرسوم التي تمثّله بعد تعاطيه انواع مختلفة من المخدرات .

Bryan Lewis Saunders is an artist from Johnson City, Tennessee who’s  doing a series of self portraits under the influence of various drugs.

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"You were red. You liked me cause I was blue. You touched me and suddenly I was a lilac sky and you decided purple just wasn’t for you."

colors.  (via versteur)

Wendell, I miss you…

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These are fucking gorgeous

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