(Source: pushthemovement, via immortal-one)
(Source: psychedelic-high, via nevermindlaughter)
(via nevermindlaughter)
"I don’t just want your heart. I want your flesh, your skin and blood and bones, your voice, your thoughts, your pulse and most of all your fingerprints, everywhere."
Isobel Thrilling (via moldavia)
(Source: oust, via the-giantess)
kairosclerosis
n. the moment you realize that you’re currently happy—consciously trying to savor the feeling—which prompts your intellect to identify it, pick it apart and put it in context, where it will slowly dissolve until it’s little more than an aftertaste.
(Source: dictionaryofobscuresorrows, via external-internal-freedom)
Do you ever just wanna hug someone so tightly to the point where you have absolutely no intentions of ever letting go because you want them to know just how much they mean to you and how much you love them and you just wanna take away all the bad things in their life and replace them with only good things?
(Source: wooyoung-si, via penniless-fool)
(Source: unhopeful-mind, via je-veux-juste-mourir)
Quiet. I just want some quiet for once. I don’t want to hear yelling at a computer. I don’t want to hear the thump of music. Midnight showers, sex, giggling. I don’t want to hear loud talking, movies, yelling, laughing. I just want quiet. I want to sleep through a night. I want to come home to a quiet house with the people who are supposed to be in it, in it. I am so tired.
(via je-veux-juste-mourir)
(Source: miseryxo, via thebeatlesordie)
(via fallinginto-oblivion)
