[a-joyfuljourney]

[endless-love-story]

[grace--upon--grace]

[aghostinsummerclothes-deactivat]

I buried a hatchet It’s coming up lavender The future’s unwritten The past is a corridor I’m at the exit looking back through the hall You are anonymous I am a concrete wall

[boykeats]

Julien Baker - Funeral Pyre

And I would have stayed if you asked me to Stood outside till my lips turn blue

[halloweendust]

[bnmxfld]

Fyodor Dostoevsky / The Brothers Karamazov

[crystalcurses-deactivated201802]

[mymemphisparade]

[lovelustquotes]

[love-me-like-autumn]

[amargedom]

“Almost. It’s a big word for me. I feel it everywhere. Almost home. Almost happy. Almost changed. Almost, but not quite. Not yet. Soon, maybe.”

— Joan Bauer (via naturaekos)

[picsoftheprep]

[vodolei]

[yoshis-bitch]

You’re gonna run when you find out who I am I know I’m a pile of filthy wreckage you will wish you’d never touched But you’re gonna run when you find out who I am Yeah, you’re gonna run You’re gonna run, it’s all right, everybody does.

[jamesxnester-deactivated2019061]

Julien Baker

Fremantle Arts Centre

1/12/16

[anditslove]

“And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby