Here's to a thousand more sunsets with you.

Hey, welcome. 

[kafk-a]

Charles M. Schulz, 1963

[junk-drop]

[destroymylife]

[destroymylife]

[mothcub]

[nevver]

Ruth Mora

[soracities]

The thought that you exist is so divinely blissful in itself that it is ridiculous to talk about the everyday sadness of separation—a week’s, ten days’—what does it matter? since my whole life belongs to you. I wake at night and know that you are together with me,—I sense your sweet long legs, your neck through your hair, your trembling eyelashes—and then such happiness, such simmering bliss follows me in my dreams that I simply suffocate …

Vladimir Nabokov, in a letter to his wife Véra (1925), Letters to Véra (via soracities)

[nevver]

[understands]

[love-lettersanonymous]

This note was found in New Orleans.

Kiss you all over and over again Til the nite closes in

[twofronteeth]

[destroymylife]

[alisonzai]

[compulsive]

[museum-of-artifacts]

[poplan]

[borderlinebastard]