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tye dye
tie die
tie dye
she’s wearing a rainbow shirt
the kind you can tell is homemade
she’s not wearing a bra and i can see two nipples adorning two perfect sized breasts;
they are small but they make her hips look as dramatic as they feel
she gives me a smile
the smiles she gives in passing are so different than when she laughs
this smile looks sad,
like she pities me but loves me and feels with me
but when she laughs theres a crescendo
and a tsunami of sticky sweet.
four days ago i looked at her, my cheeks pink with liquor, my eyes red with smoke,
hungrily.
and although i knew she wanted me to kiss her
I couldn’t.
(Source: what--inspires--me, via andfirewalkwithme)
i can’t believe i’m going to die. i’ve been alive for as long as i can remember.
i’m sad
today i had coffee with the subject of “beautiful stranger” and “my beautiful stranger”, and i felt like the sad, passionate girl i was 3 years ago. i was so enamored by this man, and then i never saw him again. and today i realized that i didn’t miss this person; i missed being inspired by others and i missed falling in love with fleeting moments. i want to try to feel more. my lows are not as low as they used to be, and i’m grateful for that, but my highs aren’t as high either. i don’t miss my sadness, but i miss being so full of emotion.
Pina Bausch
“I am very real and very raw.”
- 12/03/15
(via underthelovetree)
‘seen from above’
fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck
