Don’t ever ask me how I spend
the only part of my life I like
All locked away inside of a bedroom

On the handlebars of your bike, 
I rode a wave of emotion I can’t begin to place.
And as we sat by the ocean,
it crawled across your face.

I call out.

(Source: seethroughperson)

"She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn’t supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something."

-Rainbow Rowell, Eleanor & Park (via feathery-soul)

(Source: larmoyante)


poorplaces:

Andrew D. Musson

highclasspapal:

Having the same taste in music is like a soul connection

(Source: panacea-va)


Sad Skate Dad-Nathaniel Russell
dionyssos:

The Turkish Blouse - Study of Legs, Henri Matisse, 1925