Eda | New York City | Eighteen
i don’t know what brings broken people together
maybe damage seeks out damage
the way stains on a mattress halo into one another
the way stains on a mattress bleed into each other.
by Warsan Shire (via homos3xuw3ll)
How can emptiness be so heavy?
by

Six Word Story (via drupahti)

wow..

(via giorgos12)

msfts-style:

Kendall x Dolce and Gabanna
kylizzle-me:

x
Something’s died in me. It took a long time for it to do it, but it’s dead. You’ve killed something, just like you’d took an axe to it. Everything is dirt now.
by Raymond Carver, What We Talk About When We Talk About Love (via splitterherzen)
darvinasafo:

Preach.
decade:

fantasea - a mix by olliesigh (decade)
i went to see azealia banks last night and she was incredible! so this is a mix for all those kids who don’t want to go home, who want to stay out late raving.
listen to it here
You will come away bruised.
You will come away bruised
but this will give you poetry.
by Yrsa Daley-Ward, from “poetry,” bone (via lifeinpoetry)