• falling asleep on someone’s chest
  • wrapping your arms around each other
  • synching heartbeats and breathing slowly
  • falling asleep in big t-shirts and underwear
  • forehead kissies and murmured affections
  • naps


Apr 18th  +  292826    via ur lateness surpassed CEO level. It's presidential ― from this blog aint a democracy
Apr 18th  +  15294    via SO MUCH LIFE ― from AntiAnti

"You are not afraid.
You are a cathedral waiting to be filled with hymns;
you are an infinite playground;
you are sky-bound and sprinting,
so cover your heart in goose-bump armor.
It will only beat stronger,
beat louder."

—From “Perfectly Human” by Miles Walser.  (via mirroir)
Apr 18th  +  844    via the ribcage is a jewelbox ― from Heavy self-editing.

disporum: untitled by warmsummernight on Flickr.

Apr 18th  +  864    via souvenirs ― from d i s p o r u m


I was extremely kissable today and do you know how many kisses I received??? ZERO

Apr 18th  +  252284    via ur lateness surpassed CEO level. It's presidential ― from ground control to major tom

man-and-camera: Meadow ➾ Luke Gram

Apr 18th  +  4023    via Man & Camera ― from Man & Camera

"There is always something left to love."

Gabriel Garcí­a Márquez, One Hundred Years of Solitude (via vulturechow)
Apr 18th  +  2491    via that's some tender oblivion, mama ― from quotes i like
#bears repeating  

wnderlst: Alberta, Canada | Quinn Johnson

Apr 18th  +  5833    via #DareToBewbrito ― from ωanderlusτ (ᴏɴ sᴇᴍɪ-ʜɪᴀᴛᴜs)

Already the starlings the wind whips
eastward are circling back
like a crown to their beginning.

On the ground below, the headstones
turn even the quiet maples
into chiseled monuments, sculpted boughs.

If one dark bird could grant
a wish, I’d ask to see the scepter
that directs this flight, that carves

a track so clearly in the air
these birds could fall into their sleep
and weave themselves back

to barren branches (their name alone
could make small sparks sing
in the fine trees, these tall trees).

— Melanie Carter, “January”

Apr 18th
Apr 18th  +  9127    via sinking skin. ― from The Illustrative Perception of My Imagination