My Witness Is The Empty Sky.

Too much, too young. Wandering of the streets of Victoria, British Colombia, I want nothing more with my life than to get drunk, watch Peter Pan, and never grow up.
The Right Words?
Your Soul Is The Whole World.

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(Source: sincerelyjoanna)

I hate that this reminds me of you. I hate that this makes me think of you every time. It all goes back to late night conversations, far too much ecstasy, and the box that we don’t talk about.

THE POET DESCRIBES AN ORGASM

sierrademulder:

My body fills           and fills            like a tumbler
of lemonade           poured by God.           I am
a hundred light            bulbs burning             out.
I am your           favorite dessert.        I am opening
and opening          and I feel as though          I cannot
open anymore or           my legs          would surely grow
flowers            from the back of my           knees.
I am overflowing          the bathtub.           I am spilling
spilling    spilling               clean.

- Sierra DeMulder

(Source: weheartit.com)

(Source: voidfish)

raichurocks:

heyitsjanesdiary:

After changing to fit into society, you are eventually going to want your old self back sooner or later

This. This is powerful.

And it makes me feel sad

kirgiakos:

Roland Topor cover Illustration for the Russian edition of ”The Tenant ”(French: Le Locataire chimérique) , a novel by Roland Topor,

Originally published in France in 1964, and later was the base for Roman Polanski’s omonymous film, released in 1976