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I have no scent
I have no sound
I have no flesh
I am transitory
See-through, pass through
I am nothing

July 7th     12:00 pm

July 6th     12:00 pm

“ Vincent Van Gogh used to eat yellow paint because he thought it would get the happiness inside him. Many people thought he was mad and stupid for doing so because the paint was toxic, never mind that it was obvious that eating paint couldn’t possible have any direct correlation to one’s happiness, but I never saw that. If you were so unhappy that even the maddest ideas could possible work, like painting the walls of your internal organs yellow, than you are going to do it. It’s really no different than falling in love or taking drugs. There is a greater risk of getting your heart broken or overdosing, but people still do it everyday because there was always that chance it could make things better. Everyone has their yellow paint. ”

— (via moonsulk)

(Source: latenz, via atramentum)

July 5th     12:00 pm


Deanna Raybourn, A Spear of Summer Glass

July 4th     12:00 pm

“ Can I call you? I miss the sound of your voice. ”

— (via xprettypistolx)

(Source: whereoursoulmeetsbody, via fruit-flesh)

July 3rd     12:00 pm

July 2nd     12:00 pm

“ I have scars on my hands from touching certain people. ”

— J. D. Salinger

(Source: uoa, via earnestly)

July 1st     12:00 pm

“ It is all loneliness, the way you live. You get up and make the bed like you are trying to prove a point. You make coffee that is never quite right and never finish it. This is the third day you’ve worn this shirt. Eventually, you will paint your nails again, wash the grease from your hair. Once you have someone besides your own reflection to impress. You go to parties where you know you will only stay an hour. Lean quietly against the wall, watching people with enviably easy laughter. Your smile is a cracked boat in a flooded river. Close, but still useless. You do not talk to strangers, just sit there like a begging dog beside the dinner table, with eyes that say “Please, come, be my friend. I am a coward, but I’m hungry.” ”

— Clementine von Radics, "But Lately"

(Source: hellanne, via afrda)