krystal
voodoo

krisadilli:

When I get comfortable with people I start using them as pillows and foot rests

ampersand-et:

yohji yamamoto ss10.
jil-sander:

Jeremy Dufour by Willy Vanderperre
yovvai:


Grimmjow Jaegerjaques for GQ China, 2012 

koi

I feel everything. From the bath water that’s slightly too cold, to the pain in that old man’s eyes as he walks through the street and wonders how he came to be so alone. I think such small and intricate thoughts; untouched blades, so dangerously sharp. These thoughts cut the deepest and yet a part of me craves to swim in a river of red. I want to watch myself bleed in the comfort of knowing I’m not alone and nor are the hidden droplets of life that no one else has thought to look for. That’s why shallow people are often so beautifully pristine - they are thinkers of common thoughts: blunt knives that cut no deeper into their smooth skin than the hands that caress their bodies. 
Lonely are the sufferers.
feed-me-fitness:

provethemallwrong89:

yoga-body:

99lbss:

thevanishingofme:

FOR EVERYONE WHO ASKS ME ABOUT LAXATIVES, AND FOR EVERYONE WHO THINKS THEY’RE A GOOD WAY TO LOSE “WEIGHT” AND GET A NICE TEENY TINY TUMMY.
I am here to tell you that you are WRONG. You will not get a teeny tiny tummy. You will get this. I’ve barely eaten in days and yet my stomach still looks like it is pregnant with a toddler because my colon is so inflamed from laxative abuse. It has been like this for years. Now, anytime I eat/consume anything, it swells. And it fucking sucks. So there you go. Laxatives in all their ~m1@~ glory.

i feel like this is something people need to see and know about. 
this makes me really sad. 

Raising awareness can prevent this.

I feel as though people should learn from this.

Please reblog this so that everyone can see it, even if it doesn’t matter to you it might help one of your followers
flomation:

regalregret:

You should be afraid of me Most people are I’m a monster of emotions and broken parts Don’t try to piece me back it’s not worth the struggle I’m in the land of lost toys hiding neath the rubble I’ll come out some day when I’m good and ready  But not yet sweet child for these delusions are heavy
Hanging from the noose is my poor soul Don’t come up or you be pulled into my cold Dark hands reaching for the surface But the water is murky and your face a blur I’ll find you sometime when my eyesight is clear  But not yet sweet child for I’m not one to endear
Rings at the alter I’m swaying to the music My sins I have bore will soon make me lose it I lie and I love and I dream and indulge But nothing is worth your soul I engulfe One day I’ll be strong and speak the right lines But not yet sweet child I need to go for a ride

I’m not afraid of youThough most people are I see all your breaking but not broken partsSo I’ll take your torn wings since you’re worth the struggle And holding steadfast ‘neath invisible rubble I know that you’ll rise when you’re healed and you’re readyBut not yet sweet child, we’ll go slow and steadyDear darling you’ll win this horrible rainAnd I’ll be right here while you push past the painThough some men will fall into the dark sea I know you can brave this and brave this for me The sails from your ship will rise over the wavesThough not yet sweet child, I know I can waitRings at our alter will sway in our songThe skin of your sins will be hardened and strongYou lie but you love while I fall but I shove While the rains that pour down still pour down from above The mountains you climb aren’t made out of stone.Today, my sweet child, you won’t climb alone.
THEME