poison ivy for sketch_dailies….
It’s important to read a book, but also to hold the book, to smell the book… it’s perfume, it’s incense, it’s the dust of Egypt…
— Ray Bradbury (via observando)
The art of best friendship.
My friend once told me It wasn’t until you used your hands And the first night you slept over, The first time we got drunk, And in public you’d hold my hand, When we talked about breaking up, Its now that,
she liked this guy because of his hands
And I found it absurd that anyone
would develop feelings over one feature,
and not care about the rest
to cup the back of my neck the first time we kissed
and I could feel your firm grasp pull me closer,
and my insides exploded
and my head buzzed with bliss.
you fell asleep with your hand
laid over my stomach
and your fingers felt like a fire
that I didn’t mind burning my skin.
was the first time you played with my hair,
and my god I was hooked,
I’d drink forever if it meant you’d never stop.
and rub your thumb in little circles
that left me wanting you more,
no matter what you would never let me go,
I was glued to you,
and I honestly didn’t mind
you saw my lips quiver with fear,
and you brushed over my lips with your fingers
before pulling me into your lap
and you kissed me like never before.
With your hands on my hips
pulling me so close to you,
leaving no space in between us.
It was then I realized I never wanted you to go
I finally understand why hands
were the only feature that mattered
My friend once told me
It wasn’t until you used your hands
And the first night you slept over,
The first time we got drunk,
And in public you’d hold my hand,
When we talked about breaking up,
Its now that,
— Hands, Carol Shlyakhova (via agentlemenscoup)
Cat audition for Sabrina the Teenage Witch for the role of Salem
I asked you to tell me about her and you asked me what I wanted to know and that’s when I knew you didn’t really love her. Because if you loved her then you would’ve told me about how her eyes light up when she laughs and she bites her lip when she’s sad. You would’ve told me about the way her teeth remind you of those glow-in-the-dark stars you stuck on your ceiling when you were little and the way her voice wraps around your bones and keeps you from shaking. You would’ve told me about the tips of her fingers and the way sunshine pours from her mouth. You would’ve told me about how she even looks pretty when she cries and the way she hides behind her hair. You would’ve told me about the way you want to live inside her ribcage and fall asleep in the crook of her neck. You would’ve told me that she tastes like the entire galaxy and she speaks in poetry. You would’ve told me that the sound of her breath while she sleeps is your new favorite song. You would’ve told me about how she’s in your blood and the way she’s got so much love in her veins that if you cut her open, you swear flowers would grow from inside of her. You would’ve told me about the way you love her, like I love you.
— I heard you got a new girlfriend (via vittamin)
oh my god i’m fucking sick of this generation’s mentality that your sadness is beautiful and somebody will fix you and all this fucking john green shit nobody will find you in a bookstore reading bukowski and want to lie with you and nobody will kiss your scars and you will not be like effy and freddie you’ve got to be your own fucking hero and surround yourself with positivity
They should teach self-love in school.
— 6-Word Story #94 (via vittamin)
This black and white spotted lamb seems to think he is a Dalmatian dog. The lamb was born at a dog breeder’s farm in South Australia’s Barossa Valley. After being rejected by his mother he was quickly adopted by dog Zoe and the pair are now inseparable. The dotty lamb follows her around the farm and even sleeps inside the dog kennel.
Picture: Media Mode Pty Ltd / Rex Features (via Pictures of the day: 15 August 2012 - Telegraph)
Eye contact is a dangerous, dangerous thing. But lovely. God, so lovely.
— (via vittamin)
Secret cinema found beneath Paris.
In September 2004, French police discovered a hidden chamber in the catacombs under Paris. It contained a full-sized movie screen, projection equipment, a bar, a pressure cooker for making couscous, a professionally installed electricity system, and at least three phone lines. Movies ranged from 1950s noir classics to recent thrillers.
When the police returned three days later, the phone and power lines had been cut and there was a note on the floor: “Do not try to find us.” (via)
apparently this is also a vast network of subterranean tunnels that once gave refuge to bandits, smugglers, and saints, and cradles the bones of 6 million Parisians. some 185 miles of all underground tunnels. like what…
They do not teach you this in school. They do not show you the beauty of existing, they do not show you the wonder of the Earth, they do not show you the unity that human beings are. They show you who is better, who is worse. They show you what they need to show you in order for their system to survive. They do not show you love.
— (via vittamin)