lilysofthefield:

It wasn’t skin caught in barbed wire,
But plastic bags swept up by the wind. Seemed
Noble - being the windy city, always keeping
Someone or something out. Homes stood
Shoulder to shoulder, attempting to look worn
Down and unvaluable - with over used locks and
Pistols hidden in between mattresses. Crime rate
Is just a number until a masked man roams in your nightmares.
There’s a sea of banged up metal and how they were sentenced
To the junk yard remains a mystery
Until we start writing with our imaginations.
Our agendas are all tucked under baseball caps
And in back pockets, we have our own purposes.
But we forget that a minute can change the course
We travel, leaving us paralyzed, metaphorically speaking.
Don’t let go, until you’re ready to change.

nobodysdiary:

Firedunes (Taken with instagram)

nobodysdiary:

Hiddensee sunset (Taken with instagram)

nobodysdiary:

The best sunset (Taken with instagram)

theclearlydope:

Hello Good Morning: It’s a holiday weekend. Let’s all go outside and pee.

pleatedjeans:

dog’s best friend

theclearlydope:

A glass case of emotion.

tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #61 by Tyler Knott Gregson

Light droplet

gwangalli:

theclearlydope:

Good Night.