(via mean-teen)
School boy hotness
A gritty reality of someone homeless
recreating childhood
(via a-little-insane)
(via a-little-insane)
RCA Victor, 1955
Show me, all that I could be
Show me, all that you see in me
Show me, all that love is about
I’m tired of this fight to hide who I am from you
I wish I was strong enough to say I cannot live without you
I say I can keep myself together and live on my own
But your eyes say I can show you who I am
So show me, all that you would ask of me
Show me, all that you want in yourself
Show me, all of the dreams you’ve had
and I’ll show you who I really am
Show Me
(Source: h-o-m-i-n-e-m, via boner-stroke)
As I sit here, feeling the wind gently blowing, I can hear you in the distance. The feel of your touch rests upon the wind. You’ve never really left me. You linger on every one of my senses.
You told me that you felt alive in the wind. Now the wind keeps you near.
The tussle of my hair is your hand running your hands threw the strands.
The scent of your perfume tickles my nose.
The rustle of the leaves are you watching from a distance.
I may be gone, but I have never lost you.
I pretty much cum every time I see this post.
I need these.
(Source: lionheart, via jayohennenn-deactivated20121228)
