to love someone and still run

it feels like home somehow, a place of comfort and honesty, but also sadness and loneliness.

[love]

“Almond Blossoms" Vincent Van Gogh, 1890. This painting came to life to celebrate the arrival of Van Gogh’s nephew. Exhibited at Van Gogh Live.

[yard-sales]

[codeinelord]

[footer]

[convexly]

° by °Bracket on Flickr.

[understands]

[recaption]

[emilyoberg]

[lesbiansgoal]

[fate]

via weheartit

[bebemoon]

helmut lang rtw spring 2o18

[teen-witches]

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

“You’re always leaving. Please stop leaving, it kills me every time.”

— Margarita Karapanou, tr. by Karen Emmerich, from “Rien ne va Plus,”

[maryjblige]

[birdasaurus]

Bees and Bones

[love]

via weheartit

[that-arnold]

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