. . this would be so much easier if you had less stuff . .
Tag Archives: poem
DJ Shub | The Social ft. Phoenix
so why am I making you room when this isn’t your house? . . . photo / modely-way.tumblr.com
Kyan | Lonely River
. . the stories recycle themselves until we’ve all played the part . . .
Domiciles | For a Reason
why was she calling to me? more importantly why did I answer Domiciles · For a Reason photo / ttylalayaaro2.0
Est-her | In the End
I’m on the edge of the cliff looking down, looking up (am I even standing anymore or have I taken flight?)
Brian Bradley | D.R.E.A.M.
there’s two of us four, if you count our reflections . . Brian Bradley · D.R.E.A.M. photo / via morin.tumblr.com
chuck, the artist | there’s nowhere with you
the walls keep bleeding until this house is no more I can finally see myself do I like what I see? photo / Glen Luchford via vvvestvvood tumblr
Goldilocks | Nylon Otters
. . makes you want something you’re not sure you’ve ever known . . photo / Collater.al Magazine
Brace ! Brace ! | I’m a Jelly
. . you only fall in love with familiar things you don’t understand . .
ONBC | Texarkana
from the perspective of time and stone; it will all fall to dust, but you keep making things one day you’ll be nothing too . . . photo / zethu photographed by tomás eyzaguirre and styled by juan camilo rodríguez for fucking young! online via dolerme
