there are universes beneath your skin

organized chaos


t h e m e
"It was probably nothing but it felt like the world."

— Morrissey, Autobiography (p. 141)

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well, I’ve really made a mess of things this time haven’t I? I’ve pushed you so far away there are oceans between us, galaxies and cosmos and universes and years and miles and minutes. you’re sleeping right beside me, but you’re not really here at all


Rocky Mountain High by Scott McFadyen on Flickr.

"Try to learn to breathe deeply, really to taste food when you eat, and when you sleep, really to sleep. Try as much as possible to be wholly alive with all your might, and when you laugh, laugh like hell. And when you get angry, get good and angry. Try to be alive. You will be dead soon enough."

Ernest Hemingway  (via euphoricnonsensee)

Another argument for being present, and mindful. I’m working on this, every day…

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I am bored of everything. how can a person be bored of everything?


most common thought: damn haha im going to have to deal with that sooner or later

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paris. by mariell øyre on Flickr.

blushing I am bruising down to my toes you feel like a mirage you are a breath I took that kept me alive maybe a cough a feeling in my throat that I’m not good enough

at night i count your breaths like sheep, softly next to you i drift to sleep

i wear your disapproval like a brand-new dress, wrap myself up in it like a over-sized sweater with too-long sleeves and unraveling hemlines. it swallows me up, from the tips of my cold toes to the ends of my tangled hair. it covers me, but it doesn’t keep me warm.