Camisado


Hello, my name is Emma.
I'm a little rough around the edges.





That night I drunk anything that was handed to me,
I did this in an attempt to forget your existence,
I tripped over tables and chairs,
This reminded me of how it felt falling for you,
I ended up with bruised knees and cuts on my hands,
They stung for days.
I kissed a pretty stranger but there was something different about his lips compared to yours,
They tasted of alcohol and he kissed me like he didn’t care,
You used to kiss me like your life depended on it,
His kiss didn’t help me forget you,
It made me crave you.
-not even alcohol can numb this feeling  (via iclungtoy0u)
thejournalofbisonjack:

The Sober Drunk Poem
Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life
- Jack Kerouac (via purplebuddhaproject)

(via breathedeepand-dive)

brutalgeneration:

Lost In The New Moon by Josh Kulla Photography on Flickr.

Trails by (Philipp Klinger Photography)


Sakura in Shibuya by (·Nico·)