era fezell

I think a lot.

oxytocin-iv:

your name is
    a hundred fishooks, tied to my skin,
       pulling my heart apart, a directionless allegory.

your name is
     a bitter taste in my mouth, a salty
       tang; the blood from my bitten tongue

your name is
     whispered by the wind, burnt
      into the underside of my eyelids,

your name is
     ignoring the amnesia and
      not quite understanding why-

your name is
                gone,
                    but not forgotten

Wala ko kasabot, pero ganahan ko!

augustwinds:

You are the illusion of lackluster melodies that
sway me back and forth on a knotted hammock,
reeling me into whimsical nightmares.

You are the realized incubus, seeping through
my pores and chaining me to my creaky bedframe
only to taunt and tease me.

You are the myriad of raindrops that threaten to
propel their way through my opaque blinds and
into my supposed heavenly sanctuary.

You are the devil,
and I submit to you. 

gaksdesigns:

You Byun / tumblr

A girl swinging and playing with the jellyfish(?) or jellyfishes(?).

Cool!

couturecourier:

Love these colors (via The Design Daredevil)

couturecourier:

Ombré tights!!! Love this so much!!

Lovin’ the lips!

Power Pout!!

(via couturecourier)

couturecourier:

These are some nice ideas for those April showers! (via Wet-Weather Hairstyles)

couturecourier:

Love these colors. (via kabutar: acid)