amare-habeo:

Amadeo Modigliani - Tête de profil, 1911
Musée des Beaux-Arts, Bordeaux, France

amare-habeo:

Amadeo Modigliani - Tête de profil, 1911

Musée des Beaux-Arts, Bordeaux, France

(via adriftsoul)

wallfiction:

Listen/purchase: The Tourist by Wall Fiction

Omfg this is so great u gotta listen to it

(Source: claudiasequeir)

no-offense-gay-berry:

i’m gonna self promote my art project/band again bc i can:

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wallfiction:

"Stuck in poverty, 
You always were my ecstasy 
The emptyness inside your skin 
Made me tremble from within 

Fallow bodies, 
Fallow ground 
I once was loved 
But never found”

wallfiction:

Fallow

wallfiction:

Fallow

"

Motel Bathroom poem #1

All my books have scars
From keeping them in hidden places
I’ve visited too many bars
To fill in the empty spaces

Baby I’m a wreck
And my stare begs
To rest my back
On your warm legs

I had more coffee
Than rest
This soft eve
Won’t last

I’m tired and hollow
And I’ve snoozed all the alarms
Just to lain fallow
In your sweet arms

"

— (via wallfiction)

"

The Sun Is Cracked and So Am I

I still feel the ghost of your words wrapped around my ear,
Such profanities you spoke, I’ll never forget my dear
How your fingertips grazed in my heart,
Pulling veins so hard,
Tearing my bloodstream apart

I am still heated by the warmness in your voice
It hurt so good killing me in sweet rejoice

And all i have now,
Is nostalgia of your breath
Smell of pure whisky and regret

Enough memory to get through the days,
How you destroyed me daily with your sweet venom ways

"

— (via wallfiction)

wallfiction:

Fallow

"

I live in a broken house.
“Good morning devil
This is my faust.”

I’m tired of returning
To the places
I’d rather watch burning.

Nostalgia is to me
What colour is
To a man who can’t see

This heart
This sweater
This dark
(Stark weather)

All of this, I’ve overgrown.
I’m not homesick
I’m just sick of home.

"

— (via wallfiction)

wallfiction:

"Nostalgia"

wallfiction:

"Nostalgia"

wallfiction:

"I turn my skin into brick walls, 

I turn my legs into foundations, 

So you have a place where you can fall 

As your is filled with degradation 


I will fix your broken houses, 

I will heal your broken bones 


You seek comfort in the damned 

In their shaky, tormented hands 

You insist of building homes 

Out of souls in sinking sand 


I will fix your broken houses 

I will heal your broken bones, 

If you let me”