красотой спасется мир

It's 34 degrees

Go away summer.

lately there’s been a grey-tinted filter placed over every little thing in your life; it’s preventing your favorite colors from passing through, and causing everything to feel a bit foggy and washed out.

you’re on the brink of a pure and sad insanity - the kind of insanity where the most memorable part of your day takes place in the bathtub, watching the luke warm water go down the drain in its tornado-like shape with your dull but wide eyes while wishing the world could sweep you up in its comforting arms, and hug you like the lost and hopeless child you’ve become.

lately there’s been something unclear and far off in the distance following your every step; it’s already robbed you of all of your reasons to cry, but it’s still handing you tears, like the fucked up but generous monster it is.

(via whiteowl)

reblogged from whiteowl

красотой спасется мир says:
I have a dirty smudge up my leg
I don't know what it's from
¬|- wire me up to machines, I'll be your prisoner . says:
first the suspicious white stain
then this.
you've been sleep fucking haven't you?
in the park.
красотой спасется мир says:
at least I haven't been sleep fucking a demon

красотой спасется мир says:
one day I will find a glass big enough to fit an entire bottle
then I will be happy
¬|- wire me up to machines, I'll be your prisoner . says:
it's called drinking out of the bottle.
красотой спасется мир says:
but that's so unladylike

The problem with white wine on a hot day is that I can’t fill my bucket-sized glass up as the wine would get warm before I drank it so I have to constantly go to the kitchen to get refills when I don’t really want to move.

I’m pretty sure mitch owes me icecream from like two years ago. I want my icecream NAO.