drunkblogging:

im scrEAMINg
art-is-art-is-art:

Sunset over a Winter Landscape, Abram Arkhipov

johannsebastianbitch:

You know whats fucking scary? The fact that I could literally change my life at any moment. I could stop talking to everyone that makes me unhappy. I could kiss whoever i want. I could shave my head or get on a plane or take my own life. Nothing is stopping me. The entire world is in my hands, and I have no idea what to do with it.

(Source: jamesbabeshaw, via pizza)

"

Awake

This sun sets too slowly,
A steady wind blows in,
brisk, impossible.

The oak in my neighbors yard whispers irony,
The other trees lean in.

My roots to this place grow deep,
They smell of summers,
un-kiss me please,
I can’t forget you.
You have trapped a bitter winter in my bones.

I sleep fitfully,
dreaming in pieces,
Vivid, stark reality
Lightning bugs on darkness

That terrifying red,
August sky
And fingers intertwined
like I’ll be kidnapped at any moment.

"
—Jurien (via paprmche)

(Source: , via contramonte)

st-pam:

With pen (colour added in SAI)
galasai:

David Robilliard
You Know How to Wind Me Up, 1988
acrylic on canvas
tastefullyoffensive:

What could possibly be so interesting? [x]
nevver:

The opposite of lost, Nathaniel Russel
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