Littlest Gator

O wow I’m actually home for once. Message me. I’m bored.

freckal:

n-ephilia:

crazeist:

untoxin:

f-reska:

I love Jamie ugh

marry me plz

Cutie

So fucking flawless

ugh babe
kunihiko-tanaka:

絵の具の練習
ソラカラさん。

So I was going through my old notebooks from like 2009-11 and found this scrawled in the margins. I believe it was written in-regards to a lover from 5 years ago:


I dreamt you invited me over
It was evening
And your apartment was all white sheet
Reflecting the evening sky and stars outside your windows

I sat amongst your sheets alone
Drawing out each of my thoughts
I waited for you
And when your door did finally open
You did not enter alone.

In appearance she was so much more
But I could not help but feel she was still somewhat less
You made me leave those sheets
A waiting guest outside

Each moment that past waiting in front of your closed door
I felt my heart spill on the floor
All my caring piling against your door

And when you were done I felt empty.
A perfect reflection of what I now was to you.


Matt Holmes
acres:

by Charlotte Rutherford




The eyeliner in this.
maudelynn:

Marthe Bonnard  nude, seated on the bed with her back turned, 1899-1900
by Pierre Bonnard 
via  Musée d’Orsay, Paris