“In his blue gardens men and girls came and went like moths among the whisperings and the champagne and the stars.”
This is what I want to draw next
need to keep growing my hair…
(Source: volar-e, via drunken-plots)
(Source: heavysighthennotasound, via nonamesareleft)
flying away to galaxies in a whirlwind of color
(Source: holymolykoly)
Seriously… if this journalism shit doesn’t work out.. im becoming a sailor scout