theseoverusedwords
Often, when we have a crush, when we lust for a person, we see only a small percentage of who they really are. The rest we make up for ourselves. Rather than listen, or learn, we smother them in who we imagine them to be, what we desire for ourselves, we create little fantasies of people and let them grow in our hearts. And this is where the relationship fails. In time, the fiction we scribble onto a person falls away, the lies we tell ourselves unravel and soon the person standing in front of you is almost unrecognisable, you are now complete strangers in your own love. And what a terrible shame it is. My advice: pay attention to the small details of people, you will learn that the universe is far more spectacular an author than we could ever hope to be.
Beau Taplin || The fiction of people.  (via theseoverusedwords)
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cursedmistakes:

carpe-hana:

#this is it this is american television

that all happened in under 2 minutes

homos-and-kittens
sjanae:

kylesimmonsstache:

bastealinghearts:

Apparently kylesimmonsstache gets really excited about art.

LET’S FUCKIN TALK ABOUT ART

"REGULAR" ART

FANART

OH WHOA THAT’S A SWEET ASS MOTHERFUCKING CLASSICAL PAINTING BUT THEN FUCKIN LOOK AT THE DETAIL

JESUS CHRIST

TTHHHIIISSSSS IISSSSS AAAAA PAAAIINNNTTTIIINNNGGGG?!!?!!?!!!?!?!!! WHAT TO HECK????

FUCKIN SWEET ASS DAFT PUNK COLORED PENCILS HELLA

LOOK AT THIS AND TELL ME IT ISN’T FUCKIN RAD AS HELL

MOTHERFUCKING EMBROIDERY?!!!!!!?!?!!?!!?

THIS LOOKS LIKE A SCENE OUT OF A MOVIE

OH SWEET LOOK AT THIS SCULPTURE RIGHT

JUST WAIT A FUCKIN MINUTE HERE

THIS IS A DRAWING MADE TO LOOK LIKE A SCULPTURE I CAN’T FUCKING

LOOK MORE SWEET ASS COLORED PENCIL DRAWINGS
NOW I’M ABOUT TO TALK TO YOU ABOUT MY BRO BERNINI OKAY JUST TRUST ME ON THIS

ALREADY GORGEOUS RIGHT

FUCKING LOOK AT THAT LOOK AT IT I’M FUCKING

HOW DOES MARBLE LOOK LIKE GOSSAMER FABRIC HOOOOOWWWW??!!!!?

I love this so much.

sjanae:

kylesimmonsstache:

bastealinghearts:

Apparently kylesimmonsstache gets really excited about art.

LET’S FUCKIN TALK ABOUT ART

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"REGULAR" ART

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FANART

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OH WHOA THAT’S A SWEET ASS MOTHERFUCKING CLASSICAL PAINTING BUT THEN FUCKIN LOOK AT THE DETAIL

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JESUS CHRIST

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TTHHHIIISSSSS IISSSSS AAAAA PAAAIINNNTTTIIINNNGGGG?!!?!!?!!!?!?!!! WHAT TO HECK????

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FUCKIN SWEET ASS DAFT PUNK COLORED PENCILS HELLA

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LOOK AT THIS AND TELL ME IT ISN’T FUCKIN RAD AS HELL

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MOTHERFUCKING EMBROIDERY?!!!!!!?!?!!?!!?

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THIS LOOKS LIKE A SCENE OUT OF A MOVIE

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OH SWEET LOOK AT THIS SCULPTURE RIGHT

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JUST WAIT A FUCKIN MINUTE HERE

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THIS IS A DRAWING MADE TO LOOK LIKE A SCULPTURE I CAN’T FUCKING

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LOOK MORE SWEET ASS COLORED PENCIL DRAWINGS

NOW I’M ABOUT TO TALK TO YOU ABOUT MY BRO BERNINI OKAY JUST TRUST ME ON THIS

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ALREADY GORGEOUS RIGHT

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FUCKING LOOK AT THAT LOOK AT IT I’M FUCKING

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HOW DOES MARBLE LOOK LIKE GOSSAMER FABRIC HOOOOOWWWW??!!!!?

I love this so much.

This Is For You

I wrote this for an English assignment and it still gives me the feels.

This is for you.

With your unpaid bills stacked a mile high.

With your composure,

Like a frail strand of string falling off your finger

Because you had to remind yourself to eat again.

You are crying out in an empty house,

“Why can’t I just depart already!”,

Because to you, your life is just a runway,

Death is the departure,

And your flight is temporarily delayed.

This is for you.

Wherever you are.

This is for the nights when you wonder

If you will be able to make it to the morning,

Alive.

And when you put that ice, cold blade against your wrist

Everything seems to make sense

Because a razor

Has ALWAYS

Been the softest touch you’ve ever known.

This is for the days you can’t differentiate

Between what’s streaming down your face

And what’s cooling in your cup,

Coffee or tears.

Remember,

The last time you felt alive?

It was standing on that ledge on the roof

Looking down on the city lights

With the WHOOSH

And the frozen tears of December.

But, this is also for you.

Wherever you are.

This is for the nights when you are comforted to know

That you will be able to make it to the morning,

Alive.

And when you put that ice, cold blade into the garbage

Everything will finally make sense

Because a razor

Has always

Been the most harmful touch you’ve ever known.

This is for the days you CAN differentiate

Between coffee and tears.

It’s coffee,

Two creams, no sugar,

Just the way you like it.

And remember,

The last time you felt alive?

Yesterday, when you were standing on the edge in the plane

And jumping down with your parachute

With the WHOOSH of falling at 190km/h

And the joyful tears for the beauty of the world.

Take the time to remember

How proud you make your Mother.

Remember the warmth of the sun’s embrace,

And remember the way

A smile feels.

Just remember whatever you need to remember

In order to appreciate

The life you were given.

And remember,

This is for you. 

~ c.debokx