Rise and rise again until lambs become lions.

oblivi0s:

so dope

oblivi0s:

so dope

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retr0philia:

itsonlyyforever:

It’s been a while now and I still miss the way she said my name.I didn’t know my bones could ache forever for so long.They say there’s beauty in sadness but I don’t think so (at least not like this). When it’s 3am and alcohol is the only thing that helps me sleep.They didn’t warn me that heartache doesn’t always have someone to blame. Sometimes it’s no one’s fault (it’s probably all mine).I found her sweater the other day and it still smells like her and that Spring we spent telling each other we’d be forever.I didn’t really think about how forever could end.She used to call me beautiful and look at me with eyes that meant it. Now I just don’t know how I’m supposed to hear that word from anyone else.I’m somewhere caught between moving on and holding on and not knowing which one I can handle the most.I feel messy and uneasy and I don’t understand how one person with pretty eyes can destroy an empire inside me just by walking away.Her lips tasted like air after rain and these days all I do is think about the way they felt between my thighs. My pillow isn’t her and the song on the radio isn’t ours. I sit next to a girl in class but we can’t talk for hours.Where do I go when a lover and a friend becomes a memory and a dead end?I saw her by the escalators last week, I smiled at her and she looked the other way. I felt my heart splinter all over again.Sometimes I write her letters thinking maybe she’ll write back.
She never does. 

holy shit, I scrolled past this the first time, decided to give it another go this time around.Really good work.

retr0philia:

itsonlyyforever:

It’s been a while now and I still miss the way she said my name.
I didn’t know my bones could ache forever for so long.
They say there’s beauty in sadness but I don’t think so (at least not like this). When it’s 3am and alcohol is the only thing that helps me sleep.
They didn’t warn me that heartache doesn’t always have someone to blame. Sometimes it’s no one’s fault (it’s probably all mine).
I found her sweater the other day and it still smells like her and that Spring we spent telling each other we’d be forever.
I didn’t really think about how forever could end.
She used to call me beautiful and look at me with eyes that meant it. Now I just don’t know how I’m supposed to hear that word from anyone else.
I’m somewhere caught between moving on and holding on and not knowing which one I can handle the most.
I feel messy and uneasy and I don’t understand how one person with pretty eyes can destroy an empire inside me just by walking away.
Her lips tasted like air after rain and these days all I do is think about the way they felt between my thighs. 
My pillow isn’t her and the song on the radio isn’t ours. I sit next to a girl in class but we can’t talk for hours.
Where do I go when a lover and a friend becomes a memory and a dead end?
I saw her by the escalators last week, I smiled at her and she looked the other way. I felt my heart splinter all over again.
Sometimes I write her letters thinking maybe she’ll write back.

She never does. 

holy shit, I scrolled past this the first time, decided to give it another go this time around.
Really good work.

(via imsoooooobored)

jaypeakresort:

Wake up.

jaypeakresort:

Wake up.

(via imsoooooobored)

dpicchiophotos:

I had my boyfriend who smokes use matches for a few days instead of a lighter and record the date and time and whatever he was thinking about while smoking. 
It’s funny that he quit smoking a few weeks after this project. 

dpicchiophotos:

I had my boyfriend who smokes use matches for a few days instead of a lighter and record the date and time and whatever he was thinking about while smoking. 

It’s funny that he quit smoking a few weeks after this project. 

(via givemeacoffeebreak)