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dissipvte:

qonorrhea:

raspberryripples:

This scares me.

but imagine going into a store and being like “yes i need three thousand knives”

Hahhahaahahaha me rn

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preppycollegeguy:

harryandee:

Colourised black and white photo of an American soldier at an allied base in 1942 

preppycollegeguy:

harryandee:

Colourised black and white photo of an American soldier at an allied base in 1942 

(Source: harrypwnz, via englishistheartofbullshit)

Growth is painful. Change is painful.But nothing is as painful as staying stuck somewhere you don’t belong.
She’s not cold hearted, she’s just tired of getting fucked over.
Anonymous (via sassyfag)

(Source: zaaaiinab, via n0tallth0sewh0wanderarel0stt)


RIP Lou Reed"I think it’s important people don’t feel alone." - Lou Reed

RIP Lou Reed

"I think it’s important people don’t feel alone." - Lou Reed

(Source: toythemovie, via uhhh-okay)

A part of me wants you
in the most innocent way possible:
taking off your shoes in my bedroom,
climbing under the sheets and watching
whatever’s in my Netflix queue,
barely even touching
as we talk about our days until we
fall asleep with our
clothes still on.

But another, hungrier part of me
wants you unbuttoning your shirt
before you’re completely through my door,
falling onto my bed, and
scrambling to make your fingers
unbutton my shirt faster
Your mouth shaking out
my name the entire time.
Safe To Say A Lot’s Going Through My Head When I Think About You | Lora Mathis (via lora-mathis)

(via playing-along)

Saturdays are for adventure; Sundays are for cuddling
General life philosophy  (via wakeupinfrance)

(Source: haleykit, via playing-along)

My grandmother told me
to never start my sentences with “I”.
It makes you sound
self-absorbed.
I think I do it in spite of her.
I think selfishness
is a learned trait that so many
young girls haven’t quite accepted.
I am selfish because I want
more than a lackluster love;
I want more than
a half-baked career.
I am my grandmother’s
worst nightmare.
I think she knows it.
Michelle K., My Grandmother.  (via oneforthewinter)

(via playing-along)

pleoros:

Irenaeus Herok - Bondi Haze, 2013

(via the-vandals)

Of course, you never really forget anyone, but you certainly release them. You stop allowing their history to have any meaning for you today. You let them change their haircut, let them move, let them fall in love again. And when you see this person you have let go, you realize that there is no reason to be sad. The person you knew exists somewhere, but you are separated by too much time to reach them again.

Chelsea Fagan, How We Let People Go (via feellng)

love this.

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red-lipstick:

Wittap aka Witta Priester (New Zealand) - Canterbury Arch or Asperatus Cloud?, 2005  An amazing sky taken off the deck of a rental home in Hanmer, NZ.      Photography

red-lipstick:

Wittap aka Witta Priester (New Zealand) - Canterbury Arch or Asperatus Cloud?, 2005  An amazing sky taken off the deck of a rental home in Hanmer, NZ.      Photography

(Source: Flickr / wittap, via queernymph)

Bronwyn. ODU. Instagram: wynwynsitch my face: tagged/me