no breath left, cold breath thief

Justin Brown Artwork "Apres la fete"

this hit me like a truck

Sacrilegion, L. Lamar Wilson

Hey, no homo, but I am sitting on the broken swing set out back in the still, quiet, 2:00am blackness and picturing the softness of your voice and the darkness of your eyes with such perfect and terrible clarity that it feels like I'm choking on my own heartbeat.

i think 'I trust you with my life but not your own' as a trope is one of the ones that can always fuck me up no matter what

asks him "what r we?" mid-thrust

"I can't lose you again" is the trope of all time perhaps

save me callum turner old cowboys photoshoot. old cowboys photoshoot come save me PLEASE

more under the cut:

sketch for the judgement, charcoal on paper, john singer sargent, c. 1903-1916

not romantic not platonic but a secret third thing [what would happen between earth and the moon if the earth stopped spinning as illustrated by xkcd randall munroe]

december 

Abandoned shelter in Southeast Iceland.

Contributed by Max Gredinger.

eleuiggi by florian hetz

@shirtsthatgohard