Splinters of him,
lodged between my ribs.
Your eyes light up when you talk
about the place
none of us have ever been.Funny how intimate
homesickness can feel,
Like misplaced faith in other people
And they way my throat turns to cement
when I think of dying.Do you want my mouth first,
or my hands?
Touching a girl doesn’t mean you know her.
I think that’s the point.I’ve been trying so hard lately,
but all my prayers feel like letters
with no return address.
(via littytiddyyy)
Me at my own funeral: tag yourselves I’m the lifeless corpse
Honestly I’m not gonna survive the apocalypse. Y'all go on gathering berries and drinking cockroach milk (apparently) and forming barter economies and I’m gonna stay in my house until the last of my seltzer runs out and then I’m gonna put on an all cashmere outfit and lay down and die. Have fun fending off the coyotes and doomsday cults and living on expired canned goods in a world with no more Netflix. Pass.
(via aish-rai)
James Corden takes JLo’s phone and sends a text to Leonardo DiCaprio x
(via completteissolattionn)
Tarun Tahiliani’s “Last Dance of the Courtesan” with Swarovksi Crystals at India Couture Week 2016
(via midnightonthehighway)
Sabyasachi’s Firdaus Collection 2016: Firdaus is the highest garden in paradise, and in Sabyasachi rendition, most of the ingredients in the garden have traveled from as far as Burma, Ghana, and Turkey. Forty-seven artisans and three fine artists worked on the making of a single coat for over 1,600 hours. There were dip-dyed brocades, vegetable-dyed silk floss, velvet couching, brass sequins and more handwork than is visible to the untrained eye.
i want to get married in that second dress, damn.
I have a thing for girls with red hair