In a place close to nowhere 
You lift me off the ground 

And in your arms it feels like heaven 
So wrap your wings around 
Lay all over me and cast away my doubt 

My heart is empty 
And only you can tempt me 

Is this hell or heaven 
I can’t tell when we’re together 

Give me strength, give me shelter 
Underneath your shroud 

And tell me your love will last forever 
And I’ll wear your heavy crown 
And together we will never come back down 

My heart is empty 
And only you can tempt me 

Is this hell or heaven 
I can’t tell when we’re together 

Is this hell or heaven 
I can’t tell when we’re together 

No matter where I run 
There’s something about your love 

What have I become? 
There’s something about your love 
There’s something that makes me lose my mind and never come back down 

My heart is empty 
And only you can tempt me 

Is this hell or heaven? 
I can’t tell when we’re together 

Is this hell or heaven? 
I can’t tell when we’re together

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“I’ve never been lonely. I’ve been in a room — I’ve felt suicidal. I’ve been depressed. I’ve felt awful — awful beyond all — but I never felt that one other person could enter that room and cure what was bothering me…or that any number of people could enter that room. In other words, loneliness is something I’ve never been bothered with because I’ve always had this terrible itch for solitude. It’s being at a party, or at a stadium full of people cheering for something, that I might feel loneliness. I’ll quote Ibsen, “The strongest men are the most alone.” I’ve never thought, “Well, some beautiful blonde will come in here and give me a fuck-job, rub my balls, and I’ll feel good.” No, that won’t help. You know the typical crowd, “Wow, it’s Friday night, what are you going to do? Just sit there?” Well, yeah. Because there’s nothing out there. It’s stupidity. Stupid people mingling with stupid people. Let them stupidify themselves. I’ve never been bothered with the need to rush out into the night. I hid in bars, because I didn’t want to hide in factories. That’s all. Sorry for all the millions, but I’ve never been lonely. I like myself. I’m the best form of entertainment I have. Let’s drink more wine!”

Charles Bukowski

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