You can’t tell the world. Oh the feelings that are wine dark 
and wandering vagabond fuckt


Oh don’t worry- just listen to the music that plays out of everyone’s eyes.
They are all your favorite bands/musicians but you don’t know it.
How would you know it?
Taste is something so sanctioned…

Peace on earth mother fucker.
i love you no matter what
you are talented beauty
amazing
you have that shivery beauty inside you
let it out
or don’t
you still have it
 

kickand-snare:

Your eyelashes will write on my heart
the poem that could never come from the pen of a poet.                                                           

— Rumi

(via imonlysleepingtakeone)

I feel boring. Just thought you should know.