ciciolina

sandy toes and salty kisses

[1000drawings]

by thecolourstudy

[poemswords]

[secangkirsenja-blog1]

[secangkirsenja-blog1]

Warna yang mati, kau tahu? Ketika sajak hilang aksara Semesta lari tanpa pelukan doa Dan rindu menjelma jadi raksasa.

Yaynrh (via secangkirsenja)

[secangkirsenja-blog1]

Sementara kopi bagimu adalah neraka, lalu bagaimana dengan aroma nya yang pandai menerka-nerka? Dan aku bagimu adalah pereda, lalu bagaimana dengan matamu yang surga?

(y.)

[observando]

Many people die at twenty five and aren’t buried until they are seventy five.

Benjamin Franklin (via observando)

[strangbird]

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[denisusanto]

I will stay with you tonight Hold you close ‘til the morning light In the morning watch a new day rise We’ll do whatever just to stay alive We’ll do whatever just to stay alive

[1000drawings]

by albaricoque_agc

[organizationallyimpaired]

[wnq-writers]

December was all wine and inkwater.

charlottebrnte, writing prompt #72, write about December (via wnq-writers)

[thelovejournals]

You were you, and I was I; we were two before our time. I was yours before I knew, and you have always been mine too.

Lang Leav, Love & Misadventure (via thelovejournals)

[1000drawings]

by masa_tattooer

[mytaintedfaith-deactivated20180]

Tonight, I can’t even see the stars.

[1000drawings]

by William paiva

[1000drawings]

Moon by Jamie Mills

[1000drawings]

by Ellie Morris

[thelovejournals]

Can I ask you something? Anything. Why is it every time we say goodnight, it feels like goodbye?

Lang Leav (via thelovejournals)