I miss all your smells.
I ponder what they really are
cause they aren’t impossible saffron, or new lemons, or cinnamon sex mix.
It could just be soap. I miss your soap.
I can’t name it. Why do tears come?
I believe I am happy
and don’t
know what to do with it.
I’ll let it all slide down my face
and drop onto my tongue.
I sing the words:
How will I ever go back from here?
It’s good to have a voice that can speak the language of resuscitation.
It’s good to be beat down like the sun to prove you can burn and rise." — To the Lightning Teachers (via strangelight)
feelin kinda frisky right now
Ulyana Sergeenko, a major fashion icon I simply adore. Her debut collection is beyond stunning.
let’s just leave this simply gorgeous and perfect collection here shall we
(Source: vogue.ru)
i swear im adopted
panpipes are sooo nice man
i have work tomorrow and i have no intention of going to sleep. maybe i just wont show up.
cassie is so fucking beaut, how is it possible to be that flawless???
i get so nervous watching broderskab even though i know what’s coming
i have a stalker
