red wrapping paper.

iammarcopalma:

he comes through the living room

on a winters night, with very strange intentions.

gary bought a blue dress and thought it’d be funny to wrap it in 

red paper.

hmmm

he came home that night to hand her her favorite pair of 

well… underwear

only to find her hung up like an ornament by that same silly 

blue dress.

tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #853 by Tyler Knott Gregson
*Pre-Order my book, Chasers of the Light, and donate $1 to @TWLOHA and get a free book plate signed by me :)  Click the link in my bio, or go here:  tylerknott.com/chasers*

tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #853 by Tyler Knott Gregson

*Pre-Order my book, Chasers of the Light, and donate $1 to @TWLOHA and get a free book plate signed by me :)  Click the link in my bio, or go here:  tylerknott.com/chasers*

(via lil-movse)

brightlightsloudnoises:

excelunderpressure:

It should work — by bill winchester

young and Paperback Heart by Bill Winchester (brightlightsloudnoises) on Amazon.com
"

It’s possible that every sound that
has ever been
might still be present
to the extent that in radiation we have found a
ghost of an echo that could be
the last note of the universe’s birth
held for an eternity

so every word you say will always
exist
and every flower that wilts will have already
changed how the wind sings and every time
you tell someone “i love you,” it enters
the universe and continues forever
so gunshots and cymbals and kissing your best friend
all rebound in our lives no matter how much we try to
wash our palms of them

but what happens to the things
we don’t say
like every time he got in the car and you
didn’t beg him to come home or
when she danced in the rain and you
didn’t tell her that you had fallen in love
or when the inside of your palms had become
too heavy to hold but you couldn’t cry out for help
lest you hear your own words
echo

what happens to the whispers we forget
to voice what happens to the lovers who wait
in the silence for things that our tongues
cannot find the strength to carry but
our hearts mean more than our
bodies can explain i mean can you still
hear the way i love you because
goddamn sound energy is just vibration
and you make me feel an explosion
in every nerve ending
but every sound we emit exists
for an eternity
so how could i tell you and let it
ruin
everything.

"

"I really really felt like I should’ve talked to this guy, but I didn’t and now I’m regretting it.” /// r.i.d

(via inkskinned)

slowartday:

Andreas Franke, The Sinking World

(via bleediingcodeine)

garageprojectmotorcycles:

custombikecollector:

custom bike collector

That is nearly prefect.