the photographer
“I don’t know who you are or where you came from, but from now on you’ll do as I tell you, okay?”
(Source: pottergaga, via spyderwoman)
— Chuck Palahniuk (via iwilltakethesuninmymouth)
(via msaether)
The air is dark, the night is sad,
I lie sleepless and I groan.
Nobody cares when a man goes mad:
He is sorry, God is glad.
Shadow changes into bone.
Every shadow has a name;
When I think of mine I moan,
I hear rumors of such fame.
Not for pride, but only shame,
Shadow changes into bone.
When I blush I weep for joy,
And laughter drops from me like stone:
The aging laughter of the boy
To see the ageless dead so coy.
Shadow changes into bone.
— Allen Ginsberg, “Refrain” (via filthyflower)
(via hedlunds)
it’s been one week since you looked at me
threw your arms in the air and said, “you’re crazy.”
five days since you tackled me
I’ve still got the rug burns on both my knees
(Source: jaredandjensenareinlove, via everythingbutsterek)
(Source: claras-curiosity, via msaether)
(Source: mydearsourwolf, via shatteredbass)