baby you dont know the greatness youve bestowed upon this great earth with your very being
each day its vast opportunities lay at your magnificent front door patiently waiting for the Queen’s order
and the moon was named after you
because moments with you are few
when we are together i love the view

Reblogged from pussywag0n
asapscience:

A rabble of Blue Morpho butterflies in the Amazon rain forest, Brazil.
Photo by Kelvin Hudson via Reddit


sweetheart..

asapscience:

A rabble of Blue Morpho butterflies in the Amazon rain forest, Brazil.

Photo by Kelvin Hudson via Reddit

sweetheart..

Reblogged from stunningpicture
The higher we soar, the smaller we appear to those who cannot fly. -Friedrich Nietzsche
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ephemeralol:

Rosemarie Trockel “Sleeping Pill” 1999
For this installation the artist created “relaxation suits” out of plastic and suspended a couple in them while sleeping. For the course of its exhibition the couple was suspended and unaware of the viewers moving about them. The artist said the state of the couple and the entrapment they were in was an illustration of “exhausted, powerless lovers” 


i just wanted you to stay

ephemeralol:

Rosemarie Trockel “Sleeping Pill” 1999

For this installation the artist created “relaxation suits” out of plastic and suspended a couple in them while sleeping. For the course of its exhibition the couple was suspended and unaware of the viewers moving about them. The artist said the state of the couple and the entrapment they were in was an illustration of “exhausted, powerless lovers” 

i just wanted you to stay

Yeah, I get it.

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you know you’re fucked when those late night thoughts start hitting you in the middle of the day
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done

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*when you realize she’s never coming back*

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(Source: i-do-it-for-the-lesbians)

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francisalbertsinatra:

James Kaplan, author of Frank: The Voice, introduced his biography of Frank Sinatra with the following:

What is a poet? A poet is an unhappy being whose heart is torn by secret sufferings, but whose lips are so strangely formed that when the sighs and the cries escape them, they sound like beautiful music…And men crowd about the poet and say to him: “Sing for us soon again”; that is as much to say: “May new sufferings torment your soul.”

-Kierkegaard, Either/Or

This is as sad as it gets..

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Never make someone a priority when all you are to them is an option.
- Maya Angelou  (via fruitangel)

au revoir my lost love.. maybe in a different time or world we couldve been very happy.

(Source: larmoyante)

And when the whole world yells for you to leave me
I hear the soft echoes of your voice
Its telling me everything the world wants me to hear but without the words of hate
Youre treating me with grace and love which is a feeling that is very foreign to my nature
My spirit blends with the cosmos
My heart bonds with yours..
Is this love?
I am losing myself
But you are not trying to find me
Im a shadow in the dark
Out of sight and out of mind
Stay out of sight
And dont let it mind

not this waynot todaynothing is the sameI been sleeping on youI cant figure it outThis is my way outWhispers only dont shoutMy love thinks im phonyBut im dope she hopes im miserySleeping on me with that advil shitStupid dove spread your wingsCupids above flapping his thingsSo fuck this world like a bee stingOnly for a moment you feel nothing

not this way
not today
nothing is the same
I been sleeping on you
I cant figure it out
This is my way out
Whispers only dont shout
My love thinks im phony
But im dope she hopes im misery
Sleeping on me with that advil shit
Stupid dove spread your wings
Cupids above flapping his things
So fuck this world like a bee sting
Only for a moment you feel nothing

No seed ever sees the flower.