It's hard for me to write about myself especially if there is pressure to do it. I can't tell you who I am right now but in time I will, all I can tell you is my name is Zulmare Annabel and I am a photographer.

My life has no purpose, no direction, no aim, no meaning, and yet I’m happy. I can’t figure it out. What am I doing right?

- Charles Schulz

i want to be remembered as the little girl with dark eyes.
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Used To Be - Beach House

you are coming home
are you still alone
are you not the same as you used to be
as the sun grows high
and you serve your time
does each day just feel like another lie
now you know
is it just for show
just a foolish game that you hide behind
dont forget the nights
when it all felt right
are you not the same as you used to be
used to be

in a endless night 
would you feel the fright
of the age that wasn’t
could never be
so we hold it close
when we feel the most 
like a love that we could not leave behind 
we turn the wheel
to which way we feel
till our thoughts lift
i can not find you there
don’t forget the nights when it all felt right
are you not the same as you used to be
used to be

even if i try so hard
would we still be coming to an end
even if we spoke the same words
would we still return as friends
even if its simple from the start
we will give the pieces of the heart
and when there is nothing left to pretend
we will know its coming to an end

even if we try so hard
we will give pieces of our heart
its always good to see you again
even if its coming to an end

(via Nastya Jour)

Leaves in the River- Sea Wolf

I met a girl on Halloween
When she was lost, and I was drunk
And it was dark and cold out when we left

And as we walked the rain started
The leaves softened with every step
And all around us people slept alone with their dreams

The wind came down from up the planes
And blew the leaves all through the streets
I wondered how far leaves could really fly

Would they rest in suburb yards
Or make it to the city
Or would they end up in the river just to float away

She pointed to a small brick house
And said it was where she grew up
The lights were out, she aked if we could stop for awhile


Her hair was still just getting wet
The water running down her neck
Collecting in the handprint in cement beneath her feet

Apparently there’d been a death
Someone close and nothing left
Because she hadn’t left him in the end

I saw her blush when I asked
If she always talked like that
She said it only happened when she drank

And later on I felt her hand
Slipping into my cold fist
She promised me a kiss as soon as we got home

Her costume had begun to tear
She ran ahead and turned to me
Her laughter echoed through the empty streets

[Flash 9 is required to listen to audio.]

yourfriendtheviking:

NEW SEABEAR!

…And I’m in love. “Lion Face Boy” is off of their upcoming March release We Built A Fire. I’m enjoying what I’m hearing thus far. It’s seems to be the same ole Seabear we know and love, but with a hint of growth. Can not wait.

so beautiful.

Aziz Ansari - Harris

thank you madison.

Do you prefer dogs or cats?”
“whichever turns around when you call it’s name.

Aimee Bender

i would fall in love with any boy who gives me this response.


May your coming year be filled
with magic and dreams and good madness.
I hope you read some fine books
and kiss someone who thinks you’re wonderful,
and don’t forget to make some art
- write or draw or build or sing
or live as only you can.
And I hope, somewhere in the next year,
you surprise yourself.
Neil Gaiman (via puslebit) (via casinegro) (via girlmeetsdream)

When you realize the story you’re telling is just words, when you can just crumble it up and throw your past in the trashcan, then we’ll figure out who you’re going to be.
— Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters (via searockets) (via girlmeetsdream)

Bluish-Animal Collective

I’m getting lost in your curls
I’m drawing pictures on your skin
So soft it twirls
I like your looks when you get mean
I know I shouldn’t say so but when you
Claw me like a cat, I’m beaming
I like the way you squeeze my hand
Pulling me into another dream
A lucid dream
I’m getting lost in your curls
I’m getting crushed out on the things
that only I should see
Not for boys, they’re just for me

Hurry to talk, from far away
I can see you, you curl your fists and you pull your hair
When we’re alone, I wanna say
Let’s just stay in, no one’s here in our apartment babe

(Put on the dress that I like)
It makes me so crazy, though I can’t say why
(Keep on your stockings for a while)
Some kind of magic in the way you’re lying there

I’m getting lost in your curls
I’m getting rushed back on a whim
Our breaths get wind
Back to the time when we were green
I know we have changed
But I still grin cause I can’t wait to see you
Back to the time I touched your hair
When I was so scared to look that mean
I think it’s weird
I’m getting lost in your curls
I’m getting crushed out on the things
That only I should see
They’re not for boys, they’re just for me

Girl, you can talk from far away
It’s so hard for me
Only to get the urge to kiss you there
When we’re alone, I wanna say
Let’s just stay in, no one’s here in our apartment babe

(Put on the dress that I like)
It makes me so crazy, though I can’t say why
(Keep on your stockings for a while)
Some kind of magic in the way you’re lying there
(repeat)

Blue eye shadow
It’s not exactly blue though
And I refuse to call it anything but I’m your blue



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