Jeffrey Eugenides  (via solemnness)

(Source: fleurishes, via 2amconversations)

I went into the desert to forget about you. But the sand was the color of your hair. The desert sky was the color of your eyes. There was nowhere I could go that wouldn’t be you.

Unknown (via poetrist)

(via littlemiss-imperfect)

A short, but heartbreaking tragedy:
I have forgotten
the taste of your lips.

red-lipstick:

Alexandra Levasseur - Unstable AND Summer Games I, 2012                         Acrylics, Colored Pencils on Paper

http://alexandralevasseur.com/index.php?/drawings/art-2012/

(via cilantro-weave)