Ask.   Face.   Poetry.   Art.   Derby.   

Making, writing,

feeling, exploring.


It was two years ago next month—one year, 11 months, 12 days, and 22 hours from where I’m sitting, on an oversized cushion, squashed into an unforgiving, 50 degree floor. My feet are propped up and sockless. I know the windows are shut, as I’ve crossed the living room three times now to double check. A breeze still finds it’s way across my ankles. It’s interesting how much more alone we feel during the fall. Outside, my semi-heated apartment, I can see the earth beginning to tuck in, previously unwavering oaks tumbling into the folds of Her skin. I suppose we all need a blanket to shield us from the cold.

— 13 hours ago with 3 notes

ro6yn:

You’re now allowed to puke from all the cute.

— 14 hours ago with 7 notes
ro6yn:

"Grow"
-Little Green Cars

ro6yn:

"Grow"

-Little Green Cars

— 14 hours ago with 29 notes

ro6yn:

Look out. I can make gifs now. But only really gay ones.

And this.

— 14 hours ago with 25 notes
"I love watching you in slow motion. I can catch a glimpse of your mannerisms; I watch as a new thought forms and spreads across your face, I can see the beginning of a smile, but do you know what my favourite thing is? I love watching your lips move over my name, the way your tongue licks them after as if mine is the only one you’ve ever wanted to say."
Rebecca Durocher - The Cinematographer (via thekillerclimax)

And this.

(via thekillerclimax)

— 14 hours ago with 50 notes

"The heart is not like a box that gets filled up; it expands in size the more you love." 
Her (dir. Spike Jonze, 2013)

"The heart is not like a box that gets filled up; it expands in size the more you love." 

Her (dir. Spike Jonze, 2013)

(Source: cerejeiro, via lostttandfounddd)

— 18 hours ago with 97414 notes