In Between Kid street lights

rjnewton:

when the blunt was stronger than you thought it was

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thistimeitsuptoyou:

We asked twenty strangers to kiss for the first time….

This guy knows his shit on how to kiss a girl.

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cafunedesaudade:

I’m trying to figure out when “oh, it’s midnight” turned into “oh, it’s only midnight”

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lintott:

no one ever likes me as much as i like them 

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fat-amy:

when relatives are coming over and they start talking to you and you act like you know who they are but in reality you’re like

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psyfucks:


respect existence or expect resistance

DAMN SON

psyfucks:

respect existence or expect resistance

DAMN SON

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A face in passing,
what a glorious thing.

We don’t dream of
people we have
never seen before,
our dreams are
street corners,
train rides, park
benches filled
with passing ghosts.

Without waring
we lose the memories
we promised our hearts
we’d remember, the
quiet places we
thought we’d never forget
hide behind our
thoughts and disappear
like smoke through
a closed window.

It’s the faces that burn
behind our eyes like fires
that appear as shadows
in our dreams,
it’s the goddamn hands
that feel us and eyes
that look at us that
no amount of sleep
will ever allow us to forget.
  Pavana पवन  (via maza-dohta)
I want to believe
that the reason I
ever started writing
was because I had
things to say and
nobody to say them to
but the truth is I miss
the shape of your bare
chest in the morning,
vulnerable and open
like a brand new page
waiting to be filled with
the secrets I had hidden
inside my mouth.
And it just so happens
that the way the sun
rises every morning
over these tangled sheets
reminds me of the way
you kept me hidden
between the lines.
I hate the world and
for its traces of you
and this is why I
write, no longer to
resurrect your body
but to bury it whenever
a piece of you resurfaces.
 Pavana पवन  (via maza-dohta)

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