PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
sheepfilms
occasionally subtle
Claire Keane
cherry valley forever

@theartofmadeline
Fai_Ryy
Show & Tell
almost home
ojovivo
YOU ARE THE REASON
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Mike Driver
todays bird

oozey mess
we're not kids anymore.
Jules of Nature
Keni
Cosimo Galluzzi

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@sseol
U will never get the same me again once i figure u out
“I loved the smell of ocean water. Salt always smells like memory.”
— Sherman Alexie, What You Pawn I Will Redeem (443)
I like my man terrified and obsessed with me
“My understanding of happiness was completely different from how other people saw it, and it started bothering me. I couldn’t sleep at night, it drove me crazy. So how did I feel? Was I happy or not?”
— Osamu Dazai, No Longer Human
the shape of a girl, joan macleod
people know exactly what they’re doing, so keep that in mind.
i can’t wait to marry my soft, kind, big 6ft bearded man who says yes to everything i want
normalize clingy boyfriends
Tolerate too much and you’ll end up with aggression that has no way to go
my favorite thing to do is talk back
“I beg you to have patience with everything unresolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves as if they were locked rooms or books written in a very foreign language. Don’t search for the answers, which could not be given to you now, because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps then, someday far in the future, you will gradually, without even noticing it, live your way into the answer.”
— Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters To A Young Poet (via fables-of-the-reconstruction)
All of this is temporary