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Posted on 24th Jul at 12:32 AM, with 26,023 notes
"But some people can’t tell where it hurts.
They can’t calm down.
They can’t ever stop howling."
Margaret Atwood (via rabbitinthemoon)
Posted on 24th Jul at 12:07 AM, with 4,390 notes
"I was sixteen, laying on my bedroom floor, choking on your goodbye and cigarette smoke with the 98 degree weather burning tears into my cheeks, screaming for my mother because I figured this was it, I was going to die without you because if I couldn’t wake up and see you sleepily mumbling my name into my hair I didn’t want to wake up at all.
I was seventeen, shaky breath, shaky knees, tired lungs and wet hair but I wasn’t drowning like last summer"
I thought I couldn’t live without you but you were nothing more than a good morning text and someone to pass out next to  (via extrasad)
Posted on 24th Jul at 12:02 AM, with 13,610 notes
red-lipstick:

Lisa Murphy (Australia) - Power Of A Dream, 2010    Drawings: Ink on Watercolor Paper
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Lisa Murphy (Australia) - Power Of A Dream, 2010    Drawings: Ink on Watercolor Paper

Posted on 23rd Jul at 11:59 PM, with 174 notes
red-lipstick:

Marie-Esther aka Gaia Alari (Italy) - In My Mold, 2014      Drawings: Graphite, Charcoal, Black Markers on Paper
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Marie-Esther aka Gaia Alari (Italy) - In My Mold, 2014      Drawings: Graphite, Charcoal, Black Markers on Paper

Posted on 23rd Jul at 11:49 PM, with 31,765 notes
"This year taught me that my loneliness has more to do with myself than anyone else. The loneliest I will ever be is when I do not have the strength to love myself."
Marianna Paige  (via forlornes)
Posted on 23rd Jul at 11:26 PM, with 65,132 notes

“Every now and then I would feel a violent stab of loneliness. The very water I drank, the very air I breathed, would feel like long, sharp needles. The pages of a book in my hands would take on the threatening metallic gleam of razor blades. I could hear the roots of loneliness creeping through me when the world was hushed at four o’clock in the morning.”
—Haruki Murakami, The Wind-up Bird Chronicle
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“Every now and then I would feel a violent stab of loneliness. The very water I drank, the very air I breathed, would feel like long, sharp needles. The pages of a book in my hands would take on the threatening metallic gleam of razor blades. I could hear the roots of loneliness creeping through me when the world was hushed at four o’clock in the morning.”

—Haruki Murakami, The Wind-up Bird Chronicle

Posted on 23rd Jul at 12:59 AM, with 48,405 notes
evrlastingly:


and you are the reason i’m smiling when there is nothing to smile about
so i made this thing cause i love this song and embroidering
(Peach - The Front Bottoms)
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evrlastingly:

and you are the reason i’m smiling when there is nothing to smile about

so i made this thing cause i love this song and embroidering

(Peach - The Front Bottoms)

Posted on 23rd Jul at 12:52 AM, with 95,531 notes
ddoublefeature:

jenny holzer inspired 
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ddoublefeature:

jenny holzer inspired 

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