ok damn what kind of camera quality do you have because

airplane shots


Princess Samus Aran.


Princess Samus Aran.

Your words carved
bullet wounds into my chest
and the wolves that sleep
in the forest of my heart
howled as they bled
the colour of
You once asked me
if I had a name for the
monster that lives in
my head.
I do, I said.
I named it after
A.Y // a three letter word for the voice that haunts
(via 2wentysixletters)


you know when you say something 

and it’s just 

why the fuck did i say that


Close up teaser for one of my paintings for Flights of Fancy at Gallery FB69’s exhibition on July 16th.

hey, I’ll be a pretty boy for money!



Marrying young is not the end of my freedom. It means I want to travel and see the world, but with her by my side. It means I still like drinking in bars and dancing in clubs, but stumbling home with her at 2am and eating pizza in our underwear. It means I know that I want to kiss those lips every morning, and every night before bed. If you see marriage as the end of your ‘freedom’, you’re doing it wrong.

this is perfect