Vincent van Gogh, Irises, 1890 (detail)



mostly nature


am I the only one who looks at every grape before I eat it 

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I’ll bet you’d look adorable grasping at the sheets on my bed

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thug life? more like hug life. come here

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summer is almost over. soon everything will change. lights will come on sooner. leaves will crack and die. birds will fly south. so will the old people. you won’t tap dance across those old wood floors in your underwear. you won’t sit on the edge of that roof to catch the fireworks. your skin will slowly fade back to that porcelain white. the sun will grow tired quicker. but for now this is what we have left. chasing fireflies down the sidewalk. staying up till the sky begins to glow a pale blue. dancing drunk on rooftops and letting the skyline fade into your eyes. letting the street lights paint your skin a soft yellow. chasing the moon when shes the brightest. waiting for someone to chase you like the moon. falling in love and falling apart. hold on to your bestfriends. spill secrets before they begin to grow like weeds in your stomach. 
There are a few things in life so beautiful they hurt: swimming in the ocean while it rains, reading alone in empty libraries, the sea of stars that appear when you’re miles away from the neon lights of the city, bars after 2am, walking in the wilderness, all the phases of the moon, the things we do not know about the universe, and you.
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