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[youbetterlovesomeone]

[finita-la-commedia]

“I love you. Infinitely and inexpressibly. I’ve woken up in the middle of the night and here I am writing this. My love, my happiness.” –  Vladimir Nabokov, from a letter to Vera (January 19, 1925), featured in “Letters To Vera” by Vladimir Nabokov (Russian, 1899-1977)

[perfect-tielysian]

[arabhoneey]

i wanted to listen to all the storms inside your heart

[geeksquadgangbang-deactivated20]

[kafaminguzelligi]

[rai-r]

@gilong_e.e/instagram

[lohver]

Men with feelings. Men who communicate. Men who are great friends. Men who care. Men who cry. >>>>>

[urparty]

being in my 20s is like I understand more of my mother and less than i ever have. My childhood friends are strangers to me and there’s no one i know better. i want to drink wine. i never stopped wanting to climb trees. i know more than I’ve ever known before. I don’t know anything at all. i’m seven years old and sixteen and twenty nine and seventy. I can’t tell when i'm happy. I think the only thing that will make me happy is to be little again. i want to be really old. i go to the ocean and feel like nothing matters more than that. in my bedroom everything matters so much. I go to the grocery store every day. i know how to cook a lot of things but the only thing i know how to eat is fried eggs. I can take care of myself but i want to be taken care of. i want to go home and I don't know where that is. i think it may be somewhere inside of me but i’m not sure

[fursasaida]

adult life is truly just thinking “I NEED TO CLEAN” while dealing with the 17 other things that have a hard deadline

[iladyse]

[bnmxfld]

i hope you heal

[theambitiouswoman]

the real flex is not returning to your old patterns no matter how familiar and comfortable they look.

[sirkrabs]

[euo]

[infamy001]

[remanence-of-love]