dpicchiophotos:

I had my boyfriend who smokes use matches for a few days instead of a lighter and record the date and time and whatever he was thinking about while smoking. 
It’s funny that he quit smoking a few weeks after this project. 
clairvorant:

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Duomo, Milano, Italy

May 16th// 11:08 pm
“Hey, I guess you’re asleep. Call me back when you wake up”

July 24th// 5:04 am
“Wake up I miss you”

September 8th// 2:09 am
“I just wanted to hear your voice”

September 8th// 2:16 am
“Okay listen. I think I might be in love with you please call me back.”

October 11th// 5:42 pm
“Baby girl I love you, I’m so happy you’re mine I’ll see you tonight.”

November 29th// 8:06 am
“You’re still asleep and you’re the most beautiful thing in the world. I can’t wait to get home and see you. I can’t wait to kiss you.”

December 12th// 9:16 am
“Look I’m sorry about what I said. I didn’t mean it. I still love you princess. I love you. I’m sorry. I just.. I love you alright. Call me back when you can.”

January 15th// 4:06 pm
“I’m out and I saw something that made me think of you so I thought I would call you. I miss your voice.”

January 18th// 9:12 am
“Baby get dressed, I’m picking you up in 15, let’s run away.”

January 23rd// 8:47 pm
“Oh god your mother hates me”

February 14th// 3:06 pm
“Happy Valentine’s day I love you more than anything. You’re the world. You’re everything good. I’d let you swallow me whole. I like the way you look when you’re tired. I hate it when you cry. I’ll see you tonight baby.”

February 24th// 12:09 am
“I’m sorry.”

April 8th// 4:06 am
“Hey… I need to come over and get the rest of my stuff.”

13 voicemails you left me  (via extrasad)

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Maybe…you’ll fall in love with me all over again.”
“Hell,” I said, “I love you enough now. What do you want to do? Ruin me?”
“Yes. I want to ruin you.”
“Good,” I said. “That’s what I want too. Ernest HemingwayA Farewell to Arms (via eyewtkas)

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Two February’s ago, all I wanted to do was sleep. I was anchored to my bed with the sadness I was letting myself drown in. Now, I daydream about surviving on 3 hours of sleep, I dread going to bed, I keep my eyes open as long as I can. My heart sinks when the sun sets, I crave daylight; I’ve fallen in love with being alive. Madisen Kuhn, January 18, 2014 journal entry (via praises)

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