one day
it’s going to be worth waiting
even if right now our hands are empty
and you cannot hold me

one day the distance between us will close
like we have finally finished stitching our future together
and our hungry mouths will find each other and
we will sit on counters we can barely afford
eating ramen out of plastic bowls and
maybe i have to work two jobs just to make
the ends meet and because i keep buying
plants that we don’t really need but
i keep telling you they looked sad and wanted
watering and you keep bringing home more instruments
even though we got yelled at by the super because
you rewired their whole system just to put speakers
into the bathroom because i like to sing along to disney
and we make cupcakes that we burn because
both of us are internal creatures that
get caught up in whatever art we’re working on
i mean i just want to lie on the floor and write poetry and
listen to you quietly play music and maybe if it’s late i’ll
get up and make you dance with me and we won’t have to go
weeks without seeing each other and maybe it won’t be perfect
but we’ll laugh so often that being sad will feel unusual
instead of constant
and we’ll be okay we’ll be complete
we’ll have made it we will make an island all our own
in this great vast sea

and i will belong to you and
you will belong to me.


this is all that i want. this is all that i need // r.i.d (via inkskinned)

I want this so bad

(via friendly-weirdo-in-a-dress)
I know what makes him cry and I know what makes him cum. So I win.
My co-worker, on her ex. - ziraffe (via definegirlfriends)
louiexv-deactivated20120518 asked:
Explain your current situation to your five-years-ago self.

frankocean:

wow. alrite. i’ll give it a shot…

hey chris,

your name is frank now..it’s a long story. your girlfriend is about to break up with you because of the long distance. it’s ok. & that job you’re working..well, you’re gonna have to work there for another year and some months.. & then you’re gonna get fired. you’re gonna work a couple more jobs after that too. nothing glamorous. kinkos and at&t if you really want the specifics. but you’re never gonna be homeless or starving. don’t worry you won’t fail and have to move back to new orleans either. you are gonna get your heartbroken though. twice. if it helps, the first one is gonna be worse than the second. contrary to how it feels, it won’t kill you. in fact it’s gonna help you write an album. yea, you finally finished an album. people like it man. you’re actually gonna write and record hundreds of songs. they won’t all be good and most ppl won’t think you’re talented at first, but you’re going to master your gifts. you’re going to become a lot stronger and wiser..even a little taller. be patient. i mean, you kind of have no choice. and be good to people. i don’t wanna spoil too much for you, but.. you’re on a plane right now to the east coast to work with kanye west & jay-z. it’s all working out kid. you made it. 


classy-kate:

i-wanna-be-stereotyped:

I wish my friends would take random pictures of me when we hang out because I’m an arrogant prick and I want more pictures of myself that aren’t selfies.

Someone finally said it

Después de todo, la juventud es aún más solitaria que la vejez.
(via princesa-ghetto)

(Source: fedemastroianni)


(Source: kimagreggs)


peachessssssss:

rockerchic93:

goldcumandrippedpants:

"I learned at a very young age how fragile life is. When I was 15 years old I found out I had a brain tumor. The doctors said I had a very small chance that I could outlive it. The only alternative was to get on a long waiting list for open face surgery in hopes of removing it. I guess the first blessing happened on my 16th birthday, when the surgery was scheduled. I found out shortly after waking from the surgery that they went into the palette of the roof of my mouth instead of opening up my entire face. I guess you could say that was the second blessing. But the real blessing was that I overcame it completely and I survived something that most people never live through. I was close to death and I escaped it, and now I celebrate life because of it. 

I wanted to be free. After this literal escape from death, I had some challenges at home and left at a very young age to spend my teenage years literally on the streets. I started with a hitchhiking tour all through Canada. Essentially I was homeless, sleeping on rooftops and under bridges and free. I met tons of interesting people, and experienced life to the fullest. Surviving the death sentence of a brain tumor was like defying death. I felt like the walking dead. I wasn’t supposed to be here. The doctors had told me there was no hope. But here I was, alive and breathing and being so free to live my life. When you live on the streets, you really appreciate just being alive. On the streets, you don’t have first or last names. So they started to call me Zombie, a person who is living but so close to death.”

He has a beautiful smile

he has a beautiful everything