If the boy who draws
let’s you look over his shoulder.
If the poet
smiles
and shows you her words.
If the girl who sings for the shower only,
hums a song
in front of you.
Know that you’re no longer a person
but the air
and dust
that fills their lungs.
When the world perishes,
and all things cease to exist,
you’ll remain inside an ink stain,
a paint brush,
a song.
— Alaska Gold
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please stop being cute it makes my heart sad because i can’t nap with you
HOW DO YOU MAKE A GUY
whenever i wanna cry i think about Van Gogh he was such a nice and lonely dude all he wanted was for people to love him he ate yellow paint because he thought it would get the happiness inside him oh god oh god that’s so sad i can’t breathe
(via lesbiche-vita)
no matter how ugly you think you are, always remember—Hannibal could probably make an absolutely beautiful dish out of you.
(via mergehere)
