(Source: kittensandsmut, via allamacalypse)
in the remains of the morning,
when the warmth of dreams is left softly gleaming down on my face.
lay with me, still, my love; don’t leave.
the trace of your spirit caresses my soul, and kisses me sweetly goodbye.
this is when I am reminded that there will never be anything quite like you,
and I’m just honored to have had the chance to reign,
when your goblet was held strong, in my frail hands.
the grass above Sagwa is very much alive.
15 year old me. RIP Vitek.
from afar, you summoned me, like distant starlight.
see the world turn, from out here — this time — tonight.
your touch jolts me, and my skin begins to crawl.
I’ve always had wings, so it’s alright to see me fall.
dive deep through the sky, can you see my scars?
when the night is all black, will you take me to the stars?
the time has come, now — so take my hand,
through my electric colored wonderland.
(Source: villenoire, via dirty-dope)
"If the moon smiled, she would resemble you.
You leave the same impression
Of something beautiful, but annihilating."
Sylvia Plath (via silktrees
)
(via stayanindividual)
Attracted to imperfection and the beauty of chaos.
Made this a while ago, done with pen.
♥
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for those who don’t know, I have partial albinism, and I really enjoy seeing the mutation in multiple races, and multiple forms. :))
(Source: cakedupmakeup, via hardtobuff)
