tamburina:

Elliott Erwitt, Third Avenue El, 1955

and last night I fell in love with you
though I only loved you one night long
I felt myself drawn to you, unable to keep away
my fingers trailing along your chest
my head rising and falling with your every breath
and we whispered to each other our deepest secrets
we talked of fears and of addictions and of things that have yet to come to be
we talked of hopes and wishes and overcoming and things that will be
things that will be
and we saw shooting stars and we wished
and we breathed
and we loved
if only for one night
because the next morning things were back to how they had been before
and though I don’t think I would have wanted to stay in love with you
I don’t regret last night
not at all 

teachingliteracy:

ambrosialthallium: (by Patrycja Łomińska)
fidg3ty:

see also: i really fucking hate my math class.
But damn girl, look at dat shading I am kinda sorta proud of that.