Caught in a Waking Dream

The blog of an undergrad art student trying to find her self through art and experimentation.

Our bodies deserve more than to be war-torn and collateral, offering this fuckdom as a pathetic means to say, “I only know how to exist when I am wanted.” [x]

(Source: arunawaytrain, via thepoisoneddart)


leslie knows my ambition in life

(via jadie-cakes)

We left our love in our summer skin.

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