"I’m tired of waiting for you to break up with her. I’m tired of being your second choice. I’m tired of you claiming you love me, when you love her. I’m tired."


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New Decor Thanks To @bintt - Check His Work Out!😁✌️
#tattoos #ink #mandala #underboobtattoos #boobies


1. Travel to Beijing. To Dubai. To Ukraine, to Lord Howe Island in Australia, to Belize, Vietnam. Travel to the cities were the air tastes of stars and humanity. Travel alone. You’ll meet people you’ve read about in books, the ones who say things like “oceans are God’s palms and you are his savior”.

2. Read poetry. Read sonnets, vignettes, haiku’s, limericks, free-verse. Rip out your favorite pages and hide them places. Put Shakespeare in the metro. Charles Bukowski confessions in church corridors. Anne Sexton in your mothers purse.

3. Do drugs. Smoke joints and eat acid and drink tea spiced with mushrooms. Write stories about dyed-red lizards and pastel oceans. Paint your liver, your lungs, your tongue. Listen to music and then realize how silence is the loudest sound of all.


poems from my uncle’s grave  (via irynka)

Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down a palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta. She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing at four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita.

(Source: kitswalkrs)

It’s not true we are taking different paths. You are my path. You’ve always been my path, and you always will be.

(Source: sassysugarcubes)

"She is no longer a person in his life; instead, she is a person that other people will remind him of."

David Levithan Are We There Yet? (via sempiternale)