(Source: our-own-mountains, via tephsay)
when my bra matches my underwear i really feel like i have my life together
(Source: charismaa, via 7raspberries)
(via vastelle)
Russian women place flowers by the bodies of four American soldiers slain by German officers, 1945.
(via 7raspberries)
{ I am the Messenger }
Not Edward. Not Edwin.
Not even Eddy.
Just Ed.
Just Ed, the underage cabby. Just Ed, the pathetic card player. Just Ed, the sexual midget.
That’s the sum of Ed Kennedy’s nineteen years existence Until the day he becomes Ed, the accidental hero of a pathetic attempt of a bank robbery.
His reward? (or is it punishment?)
An ace in the mail. One after the other -
Diamonds for defending. Clubs for fighting. Spades for digging. Hearts for feeling.
And Ed plays messenger to lovely old ladies, cussing priests, underage thugs, familial strangers and so many more. With each and every help and hurt he gives out, Ed starts to question the world and his place in it. Is it time to be more than just Ed?
The cards are played until the last question remains:
who’s the dealer behind the aces?
Had to make a cover illustration for our favorite book. It’s been almost two years but I am the Messenger is still one of my favorite books. So this will prolly be the closest I’ll get to making fanart of this book.
(via anabelsbrother)
we found love in a mildly disappointing place
now you’re just somebody that i know by first name
tonight, we are average age
i walk this fairly populated road
carry on my adequately well-adjusted son
(Source: inkse, via anewfoundbeauty)
