Why did you do this to me?
I miss you so fucking much. I said I couldnt see you and I know I shouldnt but I cant smell you on my skin anymore and its breaking my heart
Im so desperate Im drowning in the silence.
You could save me from this. The silence is filling my ears and pouring out of my…
In the reflection of the mirror, my eyes meet yours and in the moment it does I know for a fact that I’m infatuated with you. And I know I am fucked, completely. I feel it when I know I can’t call you over anymore, or the conversations we had before no longer fit into our present lives, because there’s too much weight in it, or maybe I really do have a knack at screwing up anything that was ever good for me.
You have to know the way home is lonely, nostalgic. You are not with me, and I am without you. I am not in the passenger seat of the car you no longer have, I am not in your arms in the darkness in front of my house watching red lights flash on the mountain in the distance, moonlight casting a soft, cinematic glow. There’s this quite literal thing called distance where we are not physically near each other but I feel you all around me and I miss you.
person vs. person (via rhet0ric)
Artist on tumblr - Ricardo Bouyett is a 21-year-old photographer from Chicago, Illinois.
I derive inspiration from life, and I don’t mean that in an avant-garde romantic way at all. I mean that I play witness to many different forms of art and expression that I feel compelled to pay tribute to these varying beauties by creating portraits that communicate identity, love, loss, and life. I tend to rely a lot on music, dance, and poetry
via interwiev for lostfreedommagazine.com
If your going to stay, stay forever. If your going to leave, do it today.
If I stay (via soulsscrawl)
Skogafoss… by DSFCA