Three years later, a new girl sits cross-legged on your bed. She tastes like a different flavor of bubblegum than you are used to. She opens up a book that you had to read in high school, and a folded picture of us falls out of chapter three. Now there are two unfinished stories resting in her lap. Inevitably, she asks, and you tell her. You say: I dated her a while back. You don’t say: Sometimes, when I’m holding you, I imagine the smell of her vanilla perfume. You say: She was younger than me. You don’t say: The sixteen summers in her bones warmed the eighteen winters my skin had weathered. You say: It’s nothing now. You don’t say: But it was everything then.

Some things are better left unsaid. (via poppyflowerpoetry)

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Floto+Warner Studio: Colorful Liquid Splashes Captured at 1/3500th of a Second Look Like Floating Sculpturest 

Cassandra Warner and Jeremy Floto of Floto+Warner Studio recently produced this beautiful series of photos titled Clourant that seemingly turns large splashes of colorful liquid into glistening sculptures that hover in midair.  The photos were shot at a speed of 1/3,500th of a second, taking special care to disguise the origin of each burst making images appear almost digital in nature (the duo assures no Photoshop was used).

Your day was swell and for the most part

fine but mine was a lil bit sad cause I

couldn’t find the courage to pick the phone

up and txt you and tell you the things I

wanted to say for a while like how

are you and I miss you and shit well

but now I’m far gone and won’t be

here anymore so what is the use of

being nice or bringing up things that

hurt but then again I want you

to heal and recover and forget what I did cause

mistakes were made and apologies were not

accepted for it was all too

late just like spilled water on

the memory foam where your

finger-prints and knee-prints are

still vivid in my dreams and the tears come

down without me knowing and I wonder

why my pillow keeps getting damp when

it’s always freezing in my dorm

room and I want to stop

thinking writing breathing everything

sucks the life out of me and my soul is pretty

tired and all I want is a long long rest.

-impta