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A Head full of Diamonds With Shoes filled of Stone Generally by the time you are real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in the joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you’re real, you can’t be ugly, except to the people who don’t understand.

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turnipsprout:

thereal1990s:

Freaks & Geeks (1999)


bebs

turnipsprout:

thereal1990s:

Freaks & Geeks (1999)

bebs

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paintdeath:

Kate Moss & Johnny Depp

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“One look from you and my spine reincarnates as a kite string.
When I hesitate to hold your hand,
it is because our touch unlocks secrets.
I’m not sure I want to know yet-
because to know is to be responsible for knowing”

Mindy Nettifee (via herplaygroundspills)

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bangbitch:

when you see a bitch who don’t like you..

bangbitch:

when you see a bitch who don’t like you..

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“I am learning every day to allow the space between where I am and where I want to be to inspire me and not terrify me.”

Tracee Ellis Ross (via wordsthat-speak)

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“I am that clumsy human, always loving, loving, loving. And loving. And never leaving”

Frida Kahlo (via wordsthat-speak)

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So when people leave, I’ve learned the secret: let them. Because, most of the time, they have to.

Let them walk away and go places. Let them have adventures in the wild without you. Let them travel the world and explore life beyond a horizon that you exist in. And know, deep down, that heroes aren’t qualified by their capacity to stay but by their decision to return.

The Staying Philosophy (Everyday Isa)

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alexander-grey:

Beach House // 10 Mile Stereo

It can’t be gone, we’re still right here
It took so long, can’t say we saw it all
Limbs parallel, we stood so long we fell
Bright pyramids at night
they carry us on forever

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almostgolden:

jarrodis:

Jonah Rosenberg


Just got a pair of new chucks, can’t for em to look like this after a year of memories!

almostgolden:

jarrodis:

Jonah Rosenberg

Just got a pair of new chucks, can’t for em to look like this after a year of memories!

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That’s not to say that I don’t want to love and be loved; just to say that it’s no longer a question of “You complete me.” What I need now, which is so different to what I needed ten, five, or even three years ago, is not filling, but a use for my fullness. I want someone that will push against the wall inside me where I’ve spent all my time repairing the spidery cracks spreading across the surface. And when the destructive veins behind to reemerge, I want someone who will stand beneath me, holding the ladder I’m climbing to reach the blemishes, handing me the tools I need to smooth out the puckering in the paint as I go.

I don’t want anyone to complete me anymore, regardless of whether I feel complete or not. All I want is to be a girl standing in front of a boy, eyes full of tears, professing my love, and with ultimate resolve say, “You extend me.”

 Kat George, No One Else Will Ever Complete You (via versteur)

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“After some calculations, it’s your loss”

Thoughts from the void (via versteur)

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