considermeout:

time, is never time at all,
you can never ever leave
without leaving a piece of youth,
and our lives are forever changed,
we will never be the same,
the more you change the less you feel.

…you´re not stuck in vain, belie… si no tienes un ecosistema qué pasa ? ; ) xx

lestercorp:

"you’re a danger to yourself, a danger to no-one else"


Bluebird, a poem by Charles Bukowski.

Bluebird, a poem by Charles Bukowski.

(via whereiswally)

Fool’s Day

Then on my bike
down the Ladbroke Grove
to the forthcoming dramas
Of course caffeine and signs
of submission again

whitecelica:

everyone’s shit’s emotional right now

Sorry but,  I can´t kill MY eneME. xD , you can try. xx

 

and there will come a time, you’ll see, with no more tears.
and love will not break your heart, but dismiss your fears.


Les quatre cents coups (1959)

Les quatre cents coups (1959)

Les quatre cents coups (1959)

(via puppiesandpuppies)

fer1972:

Bathing Girls Tea Set by Esther Horchner

Yesss. fer1972:

Bathing Girls Tea Set by Esther Horchner

Yesss. fer1972:

Bathing Girls Tea Set by Esther Horchner

Yesss. fer1972:

Bathing Girls Tea Set by Esther Horchner

Yesss. fer1972:

Bathing Girls Tea Set by Esther Horchner

Yesss. fer1972:

Bathing Girls Tea Set by Esther Horchner

Yesss.

fer1972:

Bathing Girls Tea Set by Esther Horchner

Yesss.

(via gaypeach)

cerceos:

Duane Michals -  The Human Condition (sequence),  1969

  cerceos:

Duane Michals -  The Human Condition (sequence),  1969

  cerceos:

Duane Michals -  The Human Condition (sequence),  1969

  cerceos:

Duane Michals -  The Human Condition (sequence),  1969

  cerceos:

Duane Michals -  The Human Condition (sequence),  1969

  cerceos:

Duane Michals -  The Human Condition (sequence),  1969

 

cerceos:

Duane Michals -  The Human Condition (sequence),  1969

 

“Religions exist because people would rather have a wrong answer than no answer at all.”
— Chuck Palahniuk (via whismical)

(via anastavians)

Boy I was shaped for the fury
Now I pay the price
Of the human race’s vice
And I was promised
The glorious ending of a knight
But the crown is out of sight

I’m slowly drifting into slumber
Cause I have lost the force to fight
It’s like a cold hand on my shoulder
I’ll see you on the other side

And in the arms of endless anger
Will end the story of a soldier in the dark

(via montse-take-a-bow)