anonymouslyme2016

asteristudy:

blues of the summer

thezeroquotes:

I don’t feel particularly proud of myself. But when I walk alone in the woods or lie in the meadows, all is well.

— Franz Kafka, Letters to Friends, Family, and Editors

(Source: thezeroquotes)

deadbyinsidee:

qvotable:

“I’m not used to being loved. I wouldn’t know what to do.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald // More Than Just a House

bookofkhidr:

Thomas Hoepker, Havana, Cuba, 1982

becherdireinen:

They’re out there, somewhere. I promise they exist. There’s someone out there who’s going to take all your baggage and unpack it with you. Someone who wants to know every happy memory, every dark thought, and every crazy story. Someone who’s going to love you so much, you won’t remember what it was like to feel broken. Someone who’s going to be worth the wait.

fatimatuzzohraa-deactivated2023:

I could write pages about how beautiful your laugh is and still wouldn’t be able to do justice to it, i breathe in your essence into my lungs, and you become a part of me seeping into my existence as life itself it’s an abyss I indulge in.