i-bang-bosendorfers:

into battle

i-bang-bosendorfers:

into battle

punksm0ker:

mike-and-his-blog:

When you reblog one of those prompts and get no asks

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falvie:

insecureus:

Dream

Take me

If a hiker forgets water, even the
dirty streams begin to look
refreshing and I’m starting to feel
like I’d drink anyone down right
now because my mouth has been
un-kissed for so long. It’s not that
I don’t see the scum on the side
of their necks, but desperation
grows on untouched skin like
moss and I really need to be held.
anne, the way loneliness shrinks standards (via anneisrestless)

It dictates everything. When you sleep, where you eat even how you breathe. It doesn’t leave you because you can’t leave it.

It dictates everything. When you sleep, where you eat even how you breathe. It doesn’t leave you because you can’t leave it.

tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #826 by Tyler Knott Gregson
Text for Tired Eyes:
What if I kiss all the spotsyou taught yourself to hate?What if I placed my hands on themand left them still, long enoughfor my heat to join yoursand you to forget there was ever airbetween our skin?What if I love all you loathe and what if I spend my days dirtying up your brain that was washed?Show you new pictures of the same youyou started avoiding in the mirror?What if I say all they say is wrongand fill your ears with honest wordsin a language you stopped practicing?What if I plant new flowersin the places you frown at,and teach you the names of themas they bloom?  What if I told you to never cut themand let the petals decorate the flooras you twirl through your life?What if you forgetyou were ever anything otherthan beautiful? 

tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #826 by Tyler Knott Gregson

Text for Tired Eyes:

What if I kiss all the spots
you taught yourself to hate?
What if I placed my hands on them
and left them still, long enough
for my heat to join yours
and you to forget there was ever air
between our skin?
What if I love all you loathe
and what if I spend my days
dirtying up your brain that was washed?
Show you new pictures of the same you
you started avoiding in the mirror?
What if I say all they say is wrong
and fill your ears with honest words
in a language you stopped practicing?
What if I plant new flowers
in the places you frown at,
and teach you the names of them
as they bloom? 
What if I told you to never cut them
and let the petals decorate the floor
as you twirl through your life?
What if you forget
you were ever anything other
than beautiful?