[hirxeth]

[p-a-r-a-n-0-i-d]

[wnq-writers]

Nights are precious. People are more themselves in the dark. Necks down. Heads in other worlds. No brittle smiles. No sarcasm. They stop trying to be appreciated for how they look or for the way they talk walking. The show is over. Here’s the souls’ parade.

Francesca Ricci (via wnq-writers)

[fongminliao]

[joemelhuish]

[rubispring]

[newendy]

[melodyhansen]

[fashionphotographyscans]

[neutral]

[phanjam]

I wonder how biology can explain the physical pain you feel in your chest when all you want to do is be with someone.

(via itcuddles)

[seeyings]

[lxst-nxght]

[simpleisnewluxury]

[0020c2-deactivated20130803]

i want a cute boy to let me hold his hand and his credit card

[aaliyahroyle-deactivated2018122]

[aoq]