Hello, my name's Jordan Tarrant . I'm a 24 year old photographer and photo-retoucher living in Charleston, South Carolina.

I work in a bike shop by day and practice black magic at night.

"Cloudy eyes waking from the storm of the night before hold close, the lids of life lifting to welcome the warmth of today. I love your dreams. Even the hurricanes. I followed you through the eye of it all. Calm."
Tonight, I am writing instead of attacking myself.
Monday, September 29, 2014
"When someone asks you to kiss them,
ask them first if their kiss would make
your nights sleepless and scatter stars
upon your lips. Tell them to write you
poetry first and that you’d kiss them
given the condition that their poem
would touch the untouchable part
of the human soul. If they argue with you,
tell them: it’s either you take me
or you leave me. No in-betweens. And
when they finally shut their mouth, slowly
whisper this: You cannot go to the park
and throw your heart at random people
and expect them to throw theirs in return.

Then slowly walk backwards as you look
them in the eye. Search for the answer,
that more often than not is overshadowed
by the very questions you just threw at them.

Then turn your back,
and leave them. Chin
up, chest out."
(j.d.a)

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if emptiness is loneliness, and loneliness is cleanliness, and cleanliness is godliness, then I’m a filthy fucking mess. yeah, I’m a wreck

No love, no peace, just sadness. “

Basically.

Sunday, September 28, 2014
Anonymous:
did you die?

It’s on my list of things to do.

I have two scabs on my body

that wont heal

and I keep tearing them open

so I guess I dont want them to.

Saturday, September 27, 2014
Wrinkly shirts and having tomorrow off. 👌 and an @mellamoiris original piece. (at The Coyote’s Den)

Wrinkly shirts and having tomorrow off. 👌 and an @mellamoiris original piece. (at The Coyote’s Den)

Like a branch from a tree, i didnt fall. Leave.

The truth is I’m all alone.
If theres a grace then show me.
I just cant die alone
So be face to face with me.

You know i need a home but my pride gets the best of me.
If you’ll just hold my hand, you can have the rest of me.

piratedistributing:

"La Nature" d’Alfons Mucha, bronze doré et argenté (1900), à l’exposition "Paris 1900" au Petit Palais, Paris, mai 2014.

piratedistributing:

"La Nature" d’Alfons Mucha, bronze doré et argenté (1900), à l’exposition "Paris 1900" au Petit Palais, Paris, mai 2014.

"Of course I’ll hurt you. Of course you’ll hurt me. Of course we will hurt each other. But this is the very condition of existence. To become spring, means accepting the risk of winter. To become presence, means accepting the risk of absence."
Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, The Little Prince (via quoted-books)
"He starts it off, as they always do, by saying,
“I still want to be friends” but I am already
on the next subway, the next taxi, the next whatever.
I am thinking about dinner that night, or the next night:
Angus beef, sauteed chicken, mahi mahi fish tacos.
I am thinking about the coffee pot and runner’s knee
and how much money I have in my savings. I am
thinking about hypothermia and missing bodies;
all the knives in my bed. I am thinking about how
the very word promise sounds more like an undoing.
I am thinking about the easiness of mouths.
How they open. How they give so much but also
about how they take away the things our minds
have committed to that permanent place of the brain,
where memories continue to rattle around long after
we’ve stopped shaking. I am thinking about how
he has turned me into a lake and I’ve never learned
how to swim. I am thinking about how I now have to
unlearn all of his secrets. Become a tourist to his body
again, blink against the hurt. I am thinking about
expensive hair cuts and retail therapy, dressing room
girls who are used to outlandish requests from customers.
I am thinking that this isn’t a dress my mother
would approve of, but honey, I look so good in red."
Kristina Haynes, “The Breakup Sweats” (via barbieandken)
"When “i” is replaced with “we” even illness becomes wellness."

Malcolm X (via amorestavivo)

This changed me.

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