Shot at the raddest location today with @nicolasbruno 🏡✨📷

Shot at the raddest location today with @nicolasbruno 🏡✨📷

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your favorite things were
bathtubs and cigarettes.
green eyes, green eyes, green eyes.
i can’t stop remembering you.
you used to tell me i tasted like ginger,
and i’d laugh and shake my head,
telling you we were straight from
the damn movies.
what happened to you?
yesterday somebody told me they saw you
in line buying coffee.
i laughed remembering how
you used to tell me i used to much damn sugar.
you were the only person i ever let
tell me that.
i hope that makes you feel special.
i don’t think i’ve ever met anyone
quite like you.
at least not anyone
whose freckles mapped out their spine
like yours.
please come home soon,
i don’t know how much longer i can go
without your light.
this darkness is making me ill.
— Abbie Nielsen, Tubs and Cigs (via passionandcoffeestains)

anditslove:

June 6th, please hurry.

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artruby:

Jacob Hashimoto’s Gas Giant at MOCA

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Waxahatchee | Clumsy 

I know I’ve fucked up. I’ve put people through hell
Well, I guess I just don’t know myself that well
He forgives, forgets and he thinks that I’m uptight,
and I’m learning about loneliness each night 

waxahatchee played no fun club and coachella both in the same year i dont get life

Whhahaaatttttttttttt did you saayyyyy

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I am sorry for filling you with beer and bad thoughts and then asking you why you shook. I am sorry for pinching you, for hitting you, for bruising the thin-skinned parts of you. I am sorry for the names I called you when we were fighting. You are not ugly. You are not useless. You would not be better off gone. I’m sorry for almost throwing you out into the street because my sadness was too much for me. I’m sorry for carving my fingernails into your thigh and then resenting the way people asked, “How’d that happen?” I’m sorry for plucking you and knicking your calves with drugstore razors. I’m sorry I let some people see you in the moonlight. They didn’t deserve to know the color of your hips like I do. I’m sorry for leaving you convulsing over a toilet bowl over some boy. I’m sorry I did not thank you for simply trying to take me where I wanted to go. I’m sorry I screamed at you to shrink, shrink, shrink when all you could do was grow. I’m sorry that this apology is ten years too late. I’m sorry that it will probably come again. I’m sorry that I do not treat anybody else as poorly as I have treated you. I’m sorry that I am constantly learning how to love you, when you have never once doubted how you feel about me. I’m sorry.
An Apology to My Body | Lora Mathis  (via grillfriend)
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do ur squats
eat ur vegetables
wear red lipstick
dont let boys be mean to u

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He liked her with long hair so she cut it short.
— Word Story by P.P.  (via oceanflowerbird)
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Love of mine 
Someday you will die
But I’ll be close behind
I’ll follow you into the dark

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