"like the white fuzzy part of strawberries
or the slip on an avocado pit, you are
under the moons of my fingernails & deep
down in my lungs, i feel you like pollen
or blue veins. for you i will jump & stay
up there like a hollywood special effect 
but here now in the stratosphere i am
frightened, your planets and milky ways
so alient violet & perfect. i will not come
down, but cry scratching at your starry
kitchen table until i have written a love
song for you, one unpublic & not like those
outside spit-end top 40, a song that tastes
like your very inside."

(via thewastedgeneration)

alt-j:

music was a good idea thank u humans who made music a thing

(via this--too--shall--pass)

brutalite:

nipples poking through a shirt are an accessory we should all learn to appreciate 

Just got mine pierced cant wait to go brainless

(via this--too--shall--pass)

"This is the art of courage: to see things as they are and still believe that the victory lies not with those who avoid the bad, but those who taste, in living awareness, every drop of the good."

(Source: wordsnquotes.com, via cavali3r)