nyanek00:

acrylic on canvas, 50x60cm
glowhry:

gullets:

Glow

<a href=”http://glowhry.tumblr.com>☮Glow/Quirky☮</a>
boyirl:

Hanna Antonsson
xeno

n. the smallest measurable unit of human connection, typically exchanged between passing strangers—a flirtatious glance, a sympathetic nod, a shared laugh about some odd coincidence—moments that are fleeting and random but still contain powerful emotional nutrients that can alleviate the symptoms of feeling alone.

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(Source: dictionaryofobscuresorrows, via fabqab)

s-lc:

this is awesome

i love this
homme—models:

Diego Barrueco

lasagna-delrey:

stop unfollowing me i have a wife and kids to support here

uncorpse:

dark/pale/glow here
I was drawn to all the wrong things: I liked to drink, I was lazy, I didn’t have a god, politics, ideas, ideals. I was settled into nothingness; a kind of non-being, and I accepted it. I didn’t make for an interesting person. I didn’t want to be interesting, it was too hard. What I really wanted was only a soft, hazy space to live in, and to be left alone. On the other hand, when I got drunk I screamed, went crazy, got all out of hand. One kind of behavior didn’t fit the other. I didn’t care.
- Charles Bukowski