[spi-ltmilk]

[divergencio]

[jessicasimpleson]

me at the club all the time always.

[flaizen]

[qvotable]

“When I’m with you, I don’t breathe quite right.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald // The Love of the Last Tycoon

[visionsandvistas]

Streets of Positano

[olearypoetry]

[vvni-deactivated20150516]

[boudhabar]

Suzanne Saroff

[olearypoetry]

[mingdliu-deactivated20210422]

“I still think about you a lot but not in the heartbreaking, head turning, bed tossing, aching kind of way. It’s more of an acceptance, a closure - where we happened and it was real for a moment. And now we no longer are. Flowers don’t keep growing. They wither and petals fall, and new ones take their place. Same flower bed, new flowers.”

— Ming D. Liu (via mingdliu)

[cheapspandex]

[22h11]

[danger]

[oxeyed]

[olearypoetry]

[olearypoetry]

[smashedpoet]

“You wrote hundreds of poems about loving him, but where was the love poem for the one who needed it most? you. Where was the love poem about loving you?”

— self love. |(morsus engel)| (via actuates)