andrej pejic & erika linder by elyse walker
How to get the beach body you’ve always dreamed of:
1. Go to a beach
2. Replace all your internal organs with sand, shells, ice cream, parasols and buckets and spades.
love it!
I won’t, can’t, haven’t learned your rules
I have only the gestures, reactions, motions offered to me from books
I can’t function with your manners, rules, roles
I will never know what to do
or how to behave, like you
I can only ever echo the romance I have felt through the pages, lived through the characters, learnt from my fellows
I will only ever know that which appears to me in books, daydreams, epiphanies
Old, new
I have been schooled by literature and movies, poems and novels, day dreams and desires
HOLY FUCK THE NOTES.
If you’re my follower and you don’t reblog this we have a problem~
HOLY SHIT LOOK AT THE NOTES
you better reblog this.
reblog EVERY TIME THIS IS ON YOUR DASH .
Please take a moment to sign these two petitions.
1) this petition is regarding the pending Ugandan ant-gay bill: http://www.avaaz.org/en/24_hours_to_stop_the_uganda_antigay_attack_nm/?fb_ud . If you haven’t heard of this it’s a bill that will give life sentences to homosexual people for being in gay relationships among other “crimes” and possibly the death penalty to “repeat offenders” or authority figures who engage in homosexual acts.
2) Nigeria’s similar bill that will give prison sentences for the simplest things like living with some one of the same-sex; supporting the idea of gay pride; or getting married to someone of the same-sex. Please sign this petition: http://www.allout.org/en/actions/nigeria-veto .
Thank you for taking the time to voice your opinions on these laws. <3 Love. Legalise it. Grow. Evolve. Love.
“LOok in the mirror” I ask
“Do you recognise yourself”
She jolts. Her new hair still unfamilliar.
Hair does that. It changes you.
For us was always romantic and haircuts - they were sexy.
“Welcome to the ‘Regular Haircuts Club” I say
Short hair requires maintenance,
She bows and an…
Isn’t she dreamy?
guitarpiano players
My hands always grasp for your
imaginary, invisible
finger-like ribbons.
Dreaming.
Don’t you know that glitter flakes are illuminated dust mites.
The perfume of you drifts eternally through my mind
calming, peaceful, pleasant.
I am happy, content; and my days smell delightful.
melt me
it doesn’t snow here, but it’s still pretty icy
melt me like a fruity ice lolly
in the summer’s heat.
(you)
Melt me with your glances and your words
Melt me with your heart and your arms
Warm up this winter heart.
