k-shag:

symphonysoldier:

INK
we all get 365 blank pages a year. souls are all walking ballpoint pens. some are sharp. some feel really good in your hands. some may be dull… but they started out like the rest of us and are still carrying the same purpose. some may be bent or bitten… but they write just the same. as a matter of fact… at one point they will all run out of ink. the truth is… at one point we all will run out of ink. what are we going to spell? who are we going to write on? who will you write on? who will you allow to sign their name across your skin? to be honest… i don’t care if the handwriting is nice. i don’t mind if it’s legible, lovely, or simply chicken scratch. what do i care about? i want the hands that are writing the words to be strong. their blood to be pure in the most instinctual of ways. their heart to be one of gold. people, like handwriting, come in different forms. i have learned to love them all for who and what they are… and more importantly what they aren’t. print.. cursive.. no matter the ink… no matter the person… we all have stories. we all ARE stories. when a day goes down as less than we had hoped… we can turn the page. there’s a clean one behind it. if a specific day brought a smile to our minds or faces.. we can flip back to that page and read it over again. it’s the beauty of life. of memory. of cherishing something worth never forgetting. my favorite things in life are the moments that only happen once. the split seconds that change your mind and the way you think forever. the SINGLE moment that affects ALL of your other moments from there on out. the times you don’t need to necessarily relive… because they live inside of every breath you take. i had one last night. let your body be drenched in ink. bathe in it. live. let every place you see and every person you meet make their way into being apart of you. soak in the good. learn from the bad. your body is a canvas ready to be drawn on by every experience and soul. no page belongs in a ball on the floor. they are all apart of the book. be both the ink and the page… and always yourself. 
"let love write on you".
-alexander deleon

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k-shag:

symphonysoldier:

INK

we all get 365 blank pages a year. souls are all walking ballpoint pens. some are sharp. some feel really good in your hands. some may be dull… but they started out like the rest of us and are still carrying the same purpose. some may be bent or bitten… but they write just the same. as a matter of fact… at one point they will all run out of ink. the truth is… at one point we all will run out of ink. what are we going to spell? who are we going to write on? who will you write on? who will you allow to sign their name across your skin? to be honest… i don’t care if the handwriting is nice. i don’t mind if it’s legible, lovely, or simply chicken scratch. what do i care about? i want the hands that are writing the words to be strong. their blood to be pure in the most instinctual of ways. their heart to be one of gold. people, like handwriting, come in different forms. i have learned to love them all for who and what they are… and more importantly what they aren’t. print.. cursive.. no matter the ink… no matter the person… we all have stories. we all ARE stories. when a day goes down as less than we had hoped… we can turn the page. there’s a clean one behind it. if a specific day brought a smile to our minds or faces.. we can flip back to that page and read it over again. it’s the beauty of life. of memory. of cherishing something worth never forgetting. my favorite things in life are the moments that only happen once. the split seconds that change your mind and the way you think forever. the SINGLE moment that affects ALL of your other moments from there on out. the times you don’t need to necessarily relive… because they live inside of every breath you take. i had one last night. let your body be drenched in ink. bathe in it. live. let every place you see and every person you meet make their way into being apart of you. soak in the good. learn from the bad. your body is a canvas ready to be drawn on by every experience and soul. no page belongs in a ball on the floor. they are all apart of the book. be both the ink and the page… and always yourself. 

"let love write on you".

-alexander deleon

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worlddelevingne:

Topshop Fall/Winter 2014-2015 


"Go where the people dance"

"Go where the people dance"


"Everything you want is on the other side of fear."

"Everything you want is on the other side of fear."


Photoshoot today💃

Photoshoot today💃


My favorite things to photograph- family, portraits, laughing.


Vintage camera shoot.

Vintage camera shoot.


A little vintage camera shopping❤️

A little vintage camera shopping❤️


Painted wine glass! My step by steps when painting!


Flower crown portrait.

Flower crown portrait.


showslow:

Zero Gravity by Nikolay Tikhomirov.


Levitation

Levitation


(via ay3nana)


(via baduisms)


Trying on clothes wishing it was summer and I was in NYC…

Trying on clothes wishing it was summer and I was in NYC…