In a World of my Own...
  1. nemfrog:

Fig 63. To find the long and short months. 1904.

    nemfrog:

    Fig 63. To find the long and short months. 1904.

  2. Phoebe Buffay Best Comebacks

  3. realitytvgifs:

I love this new update

    realitytvgifs:

    I love this new update

  4. If a poem hasn’t ripped apart your soul; you haven’t experienced poetry.
    Edgar Allan Poe (via aurelle)
  5. tsamthepoet:

    The world stands with Palestine.

  6. Dreading school now more than ever.

  7. awildmmappeared:

extrasad:
Fuck. It’s ironic how empty I am because 
I swear 6 months ago I had the universe inside
of me but I cried the rivers in my bones dry.
The volcanoes in my chest erupted when you told
me you didn’t love me anymore and lava flooded
my body and hardened till I stopped sleeping.
I had stars in my lungs but I burned them
all out with the cigarettes I was smoking
to get you the fuck out of my throat. The
flowers growing at the bottoms of my 
stomach are dead. Apparently you  
can’t water flowers with vodka.
I had the sky in my veins but it’s
been pretty fucking stormy since I
ripped them open. I had planets 
on the tip of my tongue but
the debris from the shattered 
remains of “us” have been
crashing into them. I was
everything. And then I met
you and we were everything.
Now you’re fucking some
blonde girl who gets
high all the time and
I’m a fucking
mess.

    awildmmappeared:

    extrasad:

    Fuck. It’s ironic how empty I am because 

    I swear 6 months ago I had the universe inside

    of me but I cried the rivers in my bones dry.

    The volcanoes in my chest erupted when you told

    me you didn’t love me anymore and lava flooded

    my body and hardened till I stopped sleeping.

    I had stars in my lungs but I burned them

    all out with the cigarettes I was smoking

    to get you the fuck out of my throat. The

    flowers growing at the bottoms of my

    stomach are dead. Apparently you  

    can’t water flowers with vodka.

    I had the sky in my veins but it’s

    been pretty fucking stormy since I

    ripped them open. I had planets 

    on the tip of my tongue but

    the debris from the shattered 

    remains of “us” have been

    crashing into them. I was

    everything. And then I met

    you and we were everything.

    Now you’re fucking some

    blonde girl who gets

    high all the time and

    I’m a fucking

    mess.

  8. Andy Warhol, Photographed by William John Kennedy 1964.

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