owls-love-tea:

Ice Cream In Spring

JOHNNY & WINONA FOREV.

Thanks BuzzFeed, my heart has been officially broken again.

visual-poetry:

»hamlet leggins«

“We should be able to kill ourselves.. in our heads. And then be reborn. To be able to talk, look at eachother, be together. As if we have never met before.” 

 J’ai Tué Ma Mère (2009)

gqfashion:

Thom Browne Goes Punk

i choose to contain my emotions through form
lest my lips utter pressure creating a storm
    for i fear thee
will never be that person again to me.

steady ground was all that i sought
and anything - everything - to not be alone with my thoughts.
    you, reappearing
was nil but a curse cloaked as a blessing.

your tide pulled me in hoping i could swim.
the chill turned to warmth enveloping my limbs.
    fooled me not once,
but by and by with each passing month.

say what you will and do what you do
but please spare me the grief of having to
    go on this ride
alongside you; cast me away wayside.

so here’s to us becoming strangers again.
and until, this time, I decide when -
    you are nobody.
your name is but an inaudible whisper, inconsequential to me.