i really wished i was right about you. i wanted her to know there was just some good in you trying to come out. you told me the things i needed to hear. please don’t do that again.
The kiss of death.This astonishing sculpture forms part of Barcelona’s Poblenou Cemetery. The Kiss of Death (El Petó de la Mort in Catalan and El beso de la muerte in Spanish) dates back to 1930. A winged skeleton bestows a kiss on the lips of a handsome young man: is it ecstasy on his face or resignation? Little wonder the sculpture elicits strong and varying responses from whoever gazes upon it.
i really wished i was right about you. i wanted her to know there was just some good in you trying to come out. you told me the things i needed to hear. please don’t do that again.
i want to play so many different parts, so many different roles. somehow i’ve ended up here thinking about this constantly; obsessing, fantasizing. can’t wait to move but can’t imagine life without brop brop brop all the time. today the creature who delivered our pizza told me i was the nicest persyn they’d met since moving here. i miss strangers the most.
Nothing can wear you out like caring about people.
S.E. Hinton, That Was Then, This Is Now (via appeasingclouds)(Source: modernmethadone)
I want to appreciate you without judging. Join you without invading. Invite you without demanding. Leave you without guilt.
(via noigilerymsievol)(Source: moreofamore)
Donuts. Series, 2012.
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