nomad.

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There’s a special kind of magic that reveals itself in silent moments. The kind where words are not needed, nor wanted, and noises of any sort are not a requirement. It’s a moment where the truth in your eyes outweighs any kind of explanation; a time when I swear we converse more with our eyes than what we ever could with our words.

No need for lies or explanations, of excuses or justifications. Just a simple state of being, of looking into the murky brown of your eyes and realising that there’s a depth unexplored by most and discovered by only me in that single, silent moment.

10 hours ago -

2

I don’t expect you to know me very well at all; because after I read the things I wrote to you, I realised that I don’t know me very well either.

Myself

1 day ago -

2

builtuponsand:

Being As An Ocean - This Loneliness Won’t Be The Death of Me[x]

(via booitslizzylou)

1 day ago -

1413

bunnysob:

The Virgin Suicides

(via pastelsugarskulls)

1 day ago -

18150

(via usne)

1 day ago -

2004

(Source: amandaonwriting)

2 days ago -

80

(Source: amandaonwriting)

4 days ago -

330

(Source: toxic-spells)

4 days ago -

28

So apparently Dan Brown cures writer’s block by hanging upside down on a turning table. I’ve begun drinking vodka, so hopefully the spinning affect will kick in soon and I’ll be hit with inspiration. If not, at least I’ll be drunk.

4 days ago

undevote:

“if there are no ups and downs, it means you are not living”

♡

(Source: whatmeansxoxo, via infamousvikas)

5 days ago -

390412

We’re never taught that it’s okay to have a grey and shaded area in between the black and white, or that it’s okay for things to be confusing and complicated.

It’s almost as if we’re set up to fail.

We should be taught to expect the unexpected, shown the way of coping with things instead of given the answers because it’s easier. Make it known to us that we’re allowed to fuck up and start again, because that’s what life is, isn’t it?

5 days ago -

4

darklamb:

Ha. Can’t wait for a Jay-Z x Laduree collab.

5 days ago -

94540

(Source: delicatestringofpearls, via off-milk)

6 days ago -

169234

(via thelifeandtimesofamadman)

6 days ago -

37164

Inward

The noise dives, swims and eventually sinks deep into her mind until there’s nothing but a perpetual drone. It echoes into the far crevices of her head, filling them up with an incessant reminder that silence, true silence, is hard to come by.

The noise that traps her so inherently comes from her own questioning, her own ill-resolve, and the inability to recognise her inwards thinking. Wrapping its thin fingers around her mind, it squeezes the silence out.

6 days ago -

17