If I had a world of my own....

I'm Franky. 18 Portland, Or Lesbian.Taken. Starving artist..

No question goes unanswered.



Christopher Golebiowski
pencil and watercolors on paper

I enjoy how much this disturbs me. 

(via lovemenowneedmelater)

“Someone asked me what home was and all I could think of were the stars on the tip of your tongue, the flowers sprouting from your mouth, the roots entwined in the gaps between your fingers, the ocean echoing inside of your ribcage.”

—    e.e. cummings  (via psych-facts)

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(Source: hideouslyhandsome, via vdem1)

(Source: ofvalkyries, via keeksqueeks)


Sometimes you meet someone and even though you
never liked blue eyes before, their eyes are your favourite colour now
and sometimes you meet someone who can make the
sickest addictions seem beautiful and sometimes
there’s some people you’d rather sit on a couch with
and drink some gas station coffee and read your favourite
books over and over while you forget that dinners on the stove
so it gets burned but you still think it’s delicious anyway.

Marry them.

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Glow x