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This little man chasing a bug is the cutest thing I’ve seen in days.

morrisdog:

sexpigeon:

Bug hunt.

I eat what I want.

(On love) You don’t know the meaning of the word, Charles. You can love for perhaps a year, a month, a day, even for an hour. And in that hour, I believe you love as well and deeply as any man. But after that hour… you love another, and another. Your *love* is most generous where it is most hurtful.

(On love) You don’t know the meaning of the word, Charles. You can love for perhaps a year, a month, a day, even for an hour. And in that hour, I believe you love as well and deeply as any man. But after that hour… you love another, and another. Your *love* is most generous where it is most hurtful.

you smell of cigarettes and whiskeyhere in your neck it feels like homethe remnants of issey miyakeyou used to have a past but won’t tell methere’s a stain in southern californiaso large you refuse to return home  this is where i hide when you won’t let me runlos angeles is both of our hells

you smell of cigarettes and whiskey
here in your neck it feels like home
the remnants of issey miyake
you used to have a past but won’t tell me

there’s a stain in southern california
so large you refuse to return home
this is where i hide when you won’t let me run
los angeles is both of our hells

i remember when you said i love youand how you told me to forget itthe way you pursed your lips and tilted my chini didn’t let the tears fall, but you knewyour kisses tasted like the futurethe stubble on your chin fresh from the night and almond eyes stared into minethen you batted your lashes, and it was over.

i remember when you said i love you
and how you told me to forget it
the way you pursed your lips and tilted my chin
i didn’t let the tears fall, but you knew

your kisses tasted like the future
the stubble on your chin fresh from the night
and almond eyes stared into mine
then you batted your lashes, and it was over.

my girl Sarah in Bottega Veneta by Martine Pinnel … you lookin bomb baby!
my girl Sarah in Bottega Veneta by Martine Pinnel … you lookin bomb baby!
me: i just woke from a dream where i was an early 90’s julia roberts playing a coked out fashion showroom schemer in LA with billy crystal as my partner in crime. i was stressed the whole dream because i kept forgetting my marks and getting shot by the fake police. wtf do i even gather from that?!
laura (my friend’s mom!):1) you have a high fashion sense. 2) you need to slow it down on the partying. 3) you have lousy taste in straight men. 4) you should direct, not act.

me: i just woke from a dream where i was an early 90’s julia roberts playing a coked out fashion showroom schemer in LA with billy crystal as my partner in crime. i was stressed the whole dream because i kept forgetting my marks and getting shot by the fake police. wtf do i even gather from that?!

laura (my friend’s mom!):1) you have a high fashion sense. 2) you need to slow it down on the partying. 3) you have lousy taste in straight men. 4) you should direct, not act.

i realize now all the i love you’s just pennies in a fountain wishes i made with my eyes closed commercial emotions but it’s all we have copper thrown to strangers companies collecting dreams and then me still thinking i love you

i realize now
all the i love you’s
just pennies in a fountain
wishes i made with my eyes closed
commercial emotions
but it’s all we have
copper thrown to strangers
companies collecting dreams
and then me
still thinking i love you

let’s candy flip and fall in love. (oakland, 2004)

let’s candy flip and fall in love. (oakland, 2004)

(via culenfeu)

“Perhaps—I want the old days back again and they’ll never come back, and I am haunted by the memory of them and of the world falling about my ears.” Margaret Mitchell, Gone With the Wind

“Perhaps—I want the old days back again and they’ll never come back, and I am haunted by the memory of them and of the world falling about my ears.” Margaret Mitchell, Gone With the Wind

Cotton Candy Ecstasy <3.

Cotton Candy Ecstasy <3.

there was this one night last week where i dreamed that we were back in your tenderloin apartment. we would sit up all night doing &#8220;business&#8221; and making sure the rent was paid. chopping powder in between measuring apple bags on a gram scale, i felt most beautiful when you tore me down.
[photo: oliver rath]

there was this one night last week where i dreamed that we were back in your tenderloin apartment. we would sit up all night doing “business” and making sure the rent was paid. chopping powder in between measuring apple bags on a gram scale, i felt most beautiful when you tore me down.

[photo: oliver rath]

it&#8217;s way too hot, there&#8217;s too much green and the sound of your weed whacker is driving me insane.
the pool boy&#8217;s late, the chlorine was stolen and i won&#8217;t be attending your house party.

it’s way too hot, there’s too much green and the sound of your weed whacker is driving me insane.

the pool boy’s late, the chlorine was stolen and i won’t be attending your house party.

urban mating call.

urban mating call.

What are you thinking about? You always hated when I asked that question. It&#8217;s a tricky question you used to say. That it&#8217;s an illusion to pretend that we can bridge the gap between your thoughts and mine. For you, every person is like a planet and two different planets can never become one. Two people together will always be: one plus one. I preferred to think of us as bubbles, because when they touch, they merge into one another like when two people make love. But now I know what you meant. Two people together will always be one plus one. - Vera, Unmade Beds

What are you thinking about? You always hated when I asked that question. It’s a tricky question you used to say. That it’s an illusion to pretend that we can bridge the gap between your thoughts and mine. For you, every person is like a planet and two different planets can never become one. Two people together will always be: one plus one. I preferred to think of us as bubbles, because when they touch, they merge into one another like when two people make love. But now I know what you meant. Two people together will always be one plus one. - Vera, Unmade Beds

boarding school roommate making the trailer trash runway walk. this is how the south should always look.

boarding school roommate making the trailer trash runway walk. this is how the south should always look.

This little man chasing a bug is the cutest thing I’ve seen in days.

morrisdog:

sexpigeon:

Bug hunt.

I eat what I want.

(On love) You don&#8217;t know the meaning of the word, Charles. You can love for perhaps a year, a month, a day, even for an hour. And in that hour, I believe you love as well and deeply as any man. But after that hour&#8230; you love another, and another. Your *love* is most generous where it is most hurtful.

(On love) You don’t know the meaning of the word, Charles. You can love for perhaps a year, a month, a day, even for an hour. And in that hour, I believe you love as well and deeply as any man. But after that hour… you love another, and another. Your *love* is most generous where it is most hurtful.

you smell of cigarettes and whiskeyhere in your neck it feels like homethe remnants of issey miyakeyou used to have a past but won&#8217;t tell methere&#8217;s a stain in southern californiaso large you refuse to return home  this is where i hide when you won&#8217;t let me runlos angeles is both of our hells

you smell of cigarettes and whiskey
here in your neck it feels like home
the remnants of issey miyake
you used to have a past but won’t tell me

there’s a stain in southern california
so large you refuse to return home
this is where i hide when you won’t let me run
los angeles is both of our hells

i remember when you said i love youand how you told me to forget itthe way you pursed your lips and tilted my chini didn&#8217;t let the tears fall, but you knewyour kisses tasted like the futurethe stubble on your chin fresh from the night and almond eyes stared into minethen you batted your lashes, and it was over.

i remember when you said i love you
and how you told me to forget it
the way you pursed your lips and tilted my chin
i didn’t let the tears fall, but you knew

your kisses tasted like the future
the stubble on your chin fresh from the night
and almond eyes stared into mine
then you batted your lashes, and it was over.

my girl Sarah in Bottega Veneta by Martine Pinnel &#8230; you lookin bomb baby!
my girl Sarah in Bottega Veneta by Martine Pinnel … you lookin bomb baby!
me: i just woke from a dream where i was an early 90&#8217;s julia roberts playing a coked out fashion showroom schemer in LA with billy crystal as my partner in crime. i was stressed the whole dream because i kept forgetting my marks and getting shot by the fake police. wtf do i even gather from that?!
laura (my friend&#8217;s mom!):1) you have a high fashion sense. 2) you need to slow it down on the partying. 3) you have lousy taste in straight men. 4) you should direct, not act.

me: i just woke from a dream where i was an early 90’s julia roberts playing a coked out fashion showroom schemer in LA with billy crystal as my partner in crime. i was stressed the whole dream because i kept forgetting my marks and getting shot by the fake police. wtf do i even gather from that?!

laura (my friend’s mom!):1) you have a high fashion sense. 2) you need to slow it down on the partying. 3) you have lousy taste in straight men. 4) you should direct, not act.

i realize now all the i love you&#8217;s just pennies in a fountain wishes i made with my eyes closed commercial emotions but it&#8217;s all we have copper thrown to strangers companies collecting dreams and then me still thinking i love you

i realize now
all the i love you’s
just pennies in a fountain
wishes i made with my eyes closed
commercial emotions
but it’s all we have
copper thrown to strangers
companies collecting dreams
and then me
still thinking i love you

let&#8217;s candy flip and fall in love. (oakland, 2004)

let’s candy flip and fall in love. (oakland, 2004)

(via culenfeu)

“Perhaps—I want the old days back again and they’ll never come back, and I am haunted by the memory of them and of the world falling about my ears.” Margaret Mitchell, Gone With the Wind

“Perhaps—I want the old days back again and they’ll never come back, and I am haunted by the memory of them and of the world falling about my ears.” Margaret Mitchell, Gone With the Wind

Cotton Candy Ecstasy &lt;3.

Cotton Candy Ecstasy <3.

there was this one night last week where i dreamed that we were back in your tenderloin apartment. we would sit up all night doing &#8220;business&#8221; and making sure the rent was paid. chopping powder in between measuring apple bags on a gram scale, i felt most beautiful when you tore me down.
[photo: oliver rath]

there was this one night last week where i dreamed that we were back in your tenderloin apartment. we would sit up all night doing “business” and making sure the rent was paid. chopping powder in between measuring apple bags on a gram scale, i felt most beautiful when you tore me down.

[photo: oliver rath]

it&#8217;s way too hot, there&#8217;s too much green and the sound of your weed whacker is driving me insane.
the pool boy&#8217;s late, the chlorine was stolen and i won&#8217;t be attending your house party.

it’s way too hot, there’s too much green and the sound of your weed whacker is driving me insane.

the pool boy’s late, the chlorine was stolen and i won’t be attending your house party.

urban mating call.

urban mating call.

What are you thinking about? You always hated when I asked that question. It&#8217;s a tricky question you used to say. That it&#8217;s an illusion to pretend that we can bridge the gap between your thoughts and mine. For you, every person is like a planet and two different planets can never become one. Two people together will always be: one plus one. I preferred to think of us as bubbles, because when they touch, they merge into one another like when two people make love. But now I know what you meant. Two people together will always be one plus one. - Vera, Unmade Beds

What are you thinking about? You always hated when I asked that question. It’s a tricky question you used to say. That it’s an illusion to pretend that we can bridge the gap between your thoughts and mine. For you, every person is like a planet and two different planets can never become one. Two people together will always be: one plus one. I preferred to think of us as bubbles, because when they touch, they merge into one another like when two people make love. But now I know what you meant. Two people together will always be one plus one. - Vera, Unmade Beds

boarding school roommate making the trailer trash runway walk. this is how the south should always look.

boarding school roommate making the trailer trash runway walk. this is how the south should always look.

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