we were young, darling

we were young, darling


Since The New York Times’ ridiculous piece in May claiming that more Latinos are identifying as “white” between the 2000 and 2010 Census, Latino and non-Latino commentators alike have been weighing in on the many shades of color within the Latino community and the…


James Turrell


James Turrell



Let’s play a fun game called “we’re just friends but I’d fuck you if you asked”

Game? Isn’t this how every plutonic relationship works!?


Tame Impala Promotional Art

yo lets hang

julian casablancas + the voidz human sadness
julian casablancas + the voidz
human sadness


julian casablancas + the voidz - human sadness

I’ve been falling asleep to this song for the past couple of days. I love that it’s so long and perfect.
I don’t wanna fix your tie

"Sunshine all the time makes a desert"

Arab proverb

These simple words are so profound & thought provoking.

(via thaihaha)



I’m messy beautiful
the kind of beautiful that you don’t see in yourself
but you know you have something worth fighting for.

I’m the scent of coconut left on your neck.
I’m cake before bed with no shirt on.
I’m a silly conversation after midnight.
I’m the cold against your body when I forget how to keep myself warm.
I’m that soft touch across your lips
and a quiet whisper after a long day,
come to bed let me love you.
come to bed let me love you.

I’m that odd artwork you find at the back of an old shop,
the one that needs a frame void of dust.
the artwork that is decent enough to hang on your walls,
the artwork you grow to admire.

I used to be sad for so many months
now I smile when I cry.
I smile when I cry.
some nights I take off my clothes
and slip under the sheets without setting my alarm clock.
some nights my bed reminds me that I’m small and vulnerable.

everywhere you look you see delicate wrists and soft curves.
everywhere you look you see ripped pages and ink stains.
I’m that messy beautiful that not everyone knows how to love,
the flower that wilts when you touch it.

I’m that messy beautiful that you want to love
but you’re just not sure how to.

when they say you’re too much soul for one person/d.a.h (via whisperingbones)
"you want the truth?
no, I didn’t mean it when I said I loved you.
If I could replace every “i love you”
with “I could love you but maybe later”
I would.
but I would have never loved you,
I never wanted to.
I liked fucking you
because I felt no emotion.
it just felt like you were erasing something in me.
we were easy.
I didn’t have to lose sleep thinking about
your crooked little smile
and I didn’t have to lose my thoughts
to the way you pour your coffee.
I didn’t love you
and I know you didn’t love me either.
it was just easy to say,
like saying I love you was saying sorry.

the truth is
there’s plenty of fish in the sea
but for some reason
I keep catching you."
and for some reason you keep letting me//d.a.h  (via whisperingbones)



Picture me under blood red moon, I’ll make your eyes turn yellow make your skin turn blue.