nohighs:

YOU REALLY THINK A FUCKIN PANCAKE IS GONNA FIX THIS HEATHER

(via kankali)

rollupmysleeves:

I never understood
what it meant
to not stand alone
until I found
pieces of you
between my vertebrae,
you have claimed those
twenty-six letters
and turned me into
a language
and I pray you know
how to read braille.

(via randyt)

We’re only here to find the love that lingers after
The moment
So kiss me in the back room where the music plays
I know that it’s not over


But oh, the songs people will sing for home
And for the ones that have been gone for too long
Oh, the things people will do for the ones that they love


Break down the corridors
Messes that I haven’t tried to clean up in a while


You’re in my soul now
You’ve gotta waste away with me
My mind’s made up, I’m stayin’ here with you


There’s no use knowin’
Which way the wind is blowin’
My mind’s made up, I’m doin’ this
I’m doin’ this with you

“For you this is just a good time
But for me this is what I call life”

Belief in the breeze,
The smoky morning haze.
The sun on her face,
and the touch of lovers’ hands.
The pain that comes today,
Is here, then goes away.

And we are homeward bound,
And I, I want this more than life.

To touch something real,
Will help your wounds heal,
Like the sun on your face,
The dreams of starry nights.

So we’ll live in our old van
Travel all across this land
Me and you
We’ll end up hand in hand
Somewhere down on the sand
Just me and you


Just as free
Free as we’ll ever be


We drive until the city lights
Dissolve into a country sky
Just me and you
Lay underneath the harvest moon
Do all the things that lovers do
Just me and you

No we don’t have a lot of money
All we need is love

I want to live there

(via npr)

Does it even need saying?

thenewetd:

Wild & Wilderness - - designrahul - From The Dog Blog

(via mushing1)

katewalsh:

This is from a BBC news article, she’s 13 & the only female that hunts with this eagle.

“Out of all these things I’ve done, I think I love you better now.”

you’re talking about the glow of the streetlight on my skin

and the bar fights you’ve been in

and all I can think about is you and the whiskey inside me

your mouth between my legs

and my mouth on your cock and your shoulder and your neck

my fingers in your hair, pulling your body and your thoughts into me

dog kisses and your mouth on mine until I can’t breath

and all the air out of my lungs is sighs

then we’re collapsing in on each other

all shaking legs and accomplished smiles

and I don’t think I’ve loved a Saturday night

or a person as much as I love the way you look at me then

I think how that streetlight will burn out

and we’ll burn out

and the sun will burn out

and so will everything we’ve ever touched and seen

but it doesn’t make me feel any less alive or

any less like my heart is burning out of my chest

trying to spark the embers in yours

so we can smolder together

until we inevitably go the way of all living things

quickly and all at once because

we are not the type to fade slowly