@atmosphericwallflower

fatallist :

“And the night smells like snow. Walking home for a moment you almost believe you could start again. And an intense love rushes to your heart, and hope. It’s unendurable, unendurable.”

— Franz Wright, closing lines to “Night Walk” from God’s Silence 

hellokittyisangel:

hellokittyisangel:

hellokittyisangel:

hellokittyisangel:

hellokittyisangel:

nevebella :

we should stop doing this, it’s obviously a crime 

wigglytuff:

cyberglans:

let’s be mutuals again in our next life

puffsaddy :

soracities :

“I’m afraid of a lot of things, but mostly, most sincerely, I am afraid of being completely unraveled by you, and you finding nothing you want in here.”

— thelovejournals )

goodydeuxshoes:

distinguishedbaloney:

kristina100000:

can we stop treasuring people and start breaking each others spine

naturaekos :

““Sometimes you tell someone to never call you again, and then the phone rings and you hope it’s them. It’s the most twisted logic of all time. ””

—

caterpie :

Tonari no Totoro by さけのとり (1989)

pocula :

Longwood

fuks:

no one was here to stop me! 🤷🏽‍♀️

unbotheredmuse:

@symphanisoto