Monday, July 28, 2014
Sunday, July 27, 2014
Sometimes,
I feel like ripping apart my skin,
and searching for a reason for why
I feel this empty.
Maybe my veins are tangled,
or something is lodged
in my ribcage.
Because it feels like
something inside of me is
missing or broken.
Unknown (via lexophil)

(Source: hopingly)

anotic:

Greece
I will only let you touch me
if your hands are so full of intention that every brush of your palms feels like you writing a novel on my skin.
Azra. T, Braile (via aurelle)

(Source: )

thinktwicetrue:

Dear future wife, let’s buy a secret vacation house on the water for our honey moon…we never have to tell anyone about it and each year we can go back for two weeks on our anniversary to gradually fix it up and add pieces of memories inside it and celebrate the love and growth we develop over the years… Then, when we retire, we can settle there happily in the house we made our home.

thinktwicetrue:

Dear future wife, let’s buy a secret vacation house on the water for our honey moon…we never have to tell anyone about it and each year we can go back for two weeks on our anniversary to gradually fix it up and add pieces of memories inside it and celebrate the love and growth we develop over the years… Then, when we retire, we can settle there happily in the house we made our home.

(Source: insearch-of-serendipity)

Saturday, July 26, 2014
I don’t want to be around you. I don’t want to drink you in. I want to walk into the heart of you and never walk back out. Nico Alvarado (via 5000letters)

(Source: burncityy)