Michela | England
Today a young man on acid realized that all matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration, that we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively, there is no such thing as death, life is only a dream and we are the imagination of ourselves.
by Bill Hicks (via suspnd)

phleps:

BOY HANDS !!!!!!!!! BOYS WITH HANDS!!!!!!!!!! BOYS WITH VEINY HANDS!!!!!!!!!!!! THE HANDS OF BOYS

Has it ever struck you that life is all memory, except for the one present moment that goes by you so quick you hardly catch it going?
by The Milk Train Doesn’t Stop Here Anymore by Tennessee Williams (via wanduring)
People always say that it hurts at night and apparently screaming into your pillow at 3am is the romantic equivalent of being heartbroken. But sometimes it’s 9am on a Tuesday morning and you’re standing at the kitchen bench waiting for the toast to pop up. And the smell of dusty sunlight and earl gray tea makes you miss him so much you don’t know what to do with your hands.
by Rosie Scanlan, “On Missing Them” (via halluzinogen)

burgrs:

hi im here to ruin everything 

c0tched:

can’t emphasise this enough
untrustyou:

Painting by Lee Price
ktclub:

msmonkey94:

Touch me like that…
Look at me like that…

FINNNNN STOPPPPPP Fuck this show is killing me from the inside out
girlsandguns:

@aliciatnails 💎