Tonight, she brushes her teeth
with the razor
washes her mouth with perfume
applies the red with her left
hand, powders her nose with
moonlight.

Tonight, she isn’t just pretty.

 

- MJL, tonight, death makes her beautiful (via mimickingmaelstroms)
Posted on 23/Sep/14 with 1,019 notes Reblog

lllnomadlll:

Skull | 40x30cm | Acrylics on board


Rehearse death! To say this is to tell a person to rehearse his freedom. A person who has learned how to die has unlearned how to be a slave. He is above, or at any rate, beyond the reach of, all political powers.



Seneca
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lllnomadlll:

Skull | 40x30cm | Acrylics on board

Rehearse death! To say this is to tell a person to rehearse his freedom. A person who has learned how to die has unlearned how to be a slave. He is above, or at any rate, beyond the reach of, all political powers.

Seneca

Artprint by FineArtAmerica available here

For more of my art visit me here:

Website | Shop Facebook | Instagram | Pinterest

Posted on 23/Sep/14 with 1,967 notes Reblog

fl0wersinmyhaair:

Wowza
Posted on 23/Sep/14 with 4,695 notes Reblog

Beyond
the rectangular frame,
I see a brighter
world.


A realm so
different
from what I am used to—
hazy and uncertain.

 

- Xaria Grei; Spectales
Posted on 22/Sep/14 with 1 note Reblog


I still wonder how people find my blog.

Posted on 21/Sep/14 Reblog

Putangina yung mga panahong ang drama ng buhay ko.

Posted on 21/Sep/14 Reblog

Posted on 20/Sep/14 with 847 notes Reblog

(*´m`*)ふふふ 

Posted on 20/Sep/14 with 3,170 notes Reblog

I think I was drunk
when I loved you
I didn’t know what I was doing
until I woke up the day after
It dawned on me how stupid
I’ve become

 

- Xaria Grei; Hangover
Posted on 15/Sep/14 Reblog

He was like the rain in my summer.
But became the storm I never thought I could survive.

 

- Roses For Rei (via rosesforrei)
Posted on 15/Sep/14 with 711 notes Reblog

Does it ever hit you? The memory of me.

 

- Ten words story: I feel like an old photograph burried in his backyard. (via maisjetaime)
Posted on 15/Sep/14 with 601 notes Reblog

Tic toc.
Tomorrow, a new chapter begins. College. Would it be nice? Difficult? Stimulating? I’m nervous.

Thump thump.

Tic toc.
It’s been a week. Tomorrow, someone would determine our mental state. Psychology Test. I hink it would be fun. Well, I hope so. I’m nervous.

Thump thump.

Tic toc.
Tomorrow, I will go on a journey to the mountains. The short stay with my parents is nice, but I need to continue the chapter I left hanging. It would be interesting, I guess. I’m nervous.

Thump thump.

This heart beat coincides with the ticking of the clock. It’s been a month and I’m still nervous. Always, always anxious for the future. A disease that I’m not aware of the cure.

Posted on 15/Sep/14 Reblog

Dumbledore watched her fly away, and as her silvery glow faded he turned back to Snape, and his eyes were full of tears.
‘After all this time?’
‘Always,’ said Snape.

 
Posted on 15/Sep/14 with 2,622 notes Reblog

kastress ang college. -3-

Posted on 14/Sep/14 Reblog



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