The deeper that sorrow carves into your being the more joy you can contain.

I hope Barack Obama is able to destroy all of Romney’s horcruxes before he gets reelected.

bonur:

(via fuckthesex)

I have died too many times
believing and waiting, waiting
in a room
staring at a cracked ceiling
waiting for the phone, a letter, a knock, a sound…
going wild inside
while she danced with strangers in nightclubs…

j0wsh:

beautiful 

(via havesomeclasshoe)

I am too pure for you or anyone.
Your body hurts me as the world hurts God.

suicideblonde:

Le Printemps (1900) by Mucha

(via cavetocanvas)

What the really great artists do is they’re entirely themselves. They’re entirely themselves, they’ve got their own vision, they have their own way of fracturing reality, and if it’s authentic and true, you will feel it in your nerve endings.

(via fuckyeahfamousblackgirls)

blanketsofsnow:

for your space

(via weirdboobz)

(via weirdboobz)

(via highlydisregarded)

(via highlydisregarded)

I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched.

(via jnpac)