bad poetry& strong coffee

My eyes are glued to the map on my wall. I listen to way too much indie music and write too much for my own good. I'm barefoot, sleepy, and alex.

miguelmarquezoutside:

Temporary wet weather signage recently placed in various Sydney locations.

(via the-writing-writer-wrote)

Sometimes I come crashing down inside myself without anyone noticing.
Yehuda Amichai, You Mustn’t Show Weakness (via stxxz)

(via rustyvoices)

barack-obottm:

meanwhile at coachella

barack-obottm:

meanwhile at coachella

(via vlayne)

(via vlayne)

iventuredfromminecraftia:

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(via badgersinbowties)

The Victorians honored human hair
because it was the only trait of the body
that remained after death.
I shaved my legs in your shower.
I hid long strands of myself in your pillowcases.
This is all that is left.
Sierra DeMulder, “Facts Written from an Airplane” (via rustyvoices)

vagisodium:

i am too young to have this many embarrassing memories

(via pizza)

breakinq:

vertical/personal

(via sherlythedetective)

thegoldeneternity:

Mikko Kuorinki, Wall Piece with 200 Letters.

John Cage: Some rules and hints for students and teachers.

(via rustyvoices)

darkesthorizons:

neptuneisforlovers:

ITS NOT SEWING SUPPLIES!

My question is how does every single person identify with this, is it like a secret rule to use those for sewing supplies?

(via bowtiesareasawsomeasunicorns)