Photography, art, love=life

wilddaize:

I’m a hopeless romantic with a dirty mind who has high standards. 

(via turtlevenom)

multipack:

excuse me mom but whoever smelt it dealt it so it is in fact YOU who’s doing the weed

(Source: ihaveremade, via mistakesmadeonpurpose)

thedramaticsneeze:

hoshigumayuugi:

i actually like being up early i just don’t like getting up early

YOU  PUT THIS IN WORDS

(Source: rainbow-gatekeeper, via leslieroomel)

madblackgirl:

team 5’5 and under where ya at

(Source: merryblackgirl, via turtlevenom)

“And I just want to tell you, at some point it doesn’t matter who was right and who was wrong. At some point, being angry is just another bad habit, like smoking, and you keep poisoning yourself without thinking about it.”
— Jonathan Tropper, This is Where I Leave You (via introspectivepoet)

(Source: goodreads.com, via 8-moons-of-optimism)

“Lover,
I think it’s about time
you spit me out
already.
You’ve kept me tucked
behind your lip
for so long that you
have yet to notice I’ve
lost my flavor.
But I have.
While you were busy
tonguing my memory,
I grew into
something new.
And if you were to put me
in your mouth now,
I’m not so sure you’d
like the taste.
I may be too tart.
Too biting. Too quickly turning bitter.
I am no longer concerned
with staying sweet for you,
not as desirous of wanting
to please you.
So spit me out,
you deserve to forget
like I have.”
Spit Me Out | Lora Mathis (via lora-mathis)

(via turtlevenom)

“Perhaps the fact
that I chased a boy
who ripped me to shreds
says a lot more
about me
than it did about him.”
Michelle K., Lessons Learned. (via c-oquetry)

(via turtlevenom)

Study Mode

(Source: kogyaru, via lolsofunny)

drdavidbrinner:

drdavidbrinner:

Today in gym class we were doing major climbing and halfway up this girl freezes and goes “I CAN’T DO IT I CAN’T DO IT”

so some dude yells “MY AUNT SAID DAT AT HER WEDDIN’ BUT SHE MARRIED DAT FINE-ASS DOCTOR AND NOW SHE RICH AS HELL” 

the girl did it. truly inspiring.

I should add that it was a shrimpy 5’1 Indian boy nobody had ever heard talk before who was apparently from the deep south. 

(Source: megachikorita, via you-dangerous-mute-lunatic)

sherlock-needs-his-john:

Our parents warned us about middle aged men stalking us on the Internet but oh how the tables have turned

(Source: sherlockocity, via you-dangerous-mute-lunatic)

“Water the plants. Call your mom. Check the mail. Write Erika a letter. Do not check to see if he’s called you. Take a walk around the park. Look at flights to cities he never set foot in. Do not allow your finger to tap out his name as you make a rhythm of checking your phone again and again and again. Buy groceries. Make yourself dinner. Do not berate yourself when, without thinking, you make enough for two. Do not use the extra food as an excuse to dine with his ghost. Put on the smooth jazz radio station and resist the urge to let your hands rest in the still-remembered areas he once occupied. Dance alone, not with the air. Quit telling yourself it still smells like him. Stale coffee and secondhand smoke were always your scents, not his. Mouth “goodbye” so many times that it becomes muscle memory. Take a bath. Blow dry your hair. Towel off his memory. Climb into bed and read poetry. Leave him in-between the pages. Leave him hanging off the last sentence of the last poem’s last stanza. Leave him, you deserve a good night’s sleep tonight.”
To-Do List | Lora Mathis (via lora-mathis)

(via thistexturedlullaby)