[delta-breezes]

[aliensfromhell]

[visvya]

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

You may get to know me, but you’ll never know me through. / My whole surface is turned toward you, / all my insides turned away.

Wislawa Szymborska, from Poems: New & Collected; “Conversation with a Stone,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

[violentwavesofemotion-deactivat]

It’s pouring, the trees are getting greener before my eyes, I love you. I’m almost afraid of the intensity of this happiness.

Vladimir Nabokov, from Letters to Véra (via kvtes)

[abovearth]

[alecsgrg]

[realid]

[diaryofacreativehoarder]

[firsthome]

[leholidaymagazine-deactivated20]

[grace--upon--grace]

[allureable]

[ellysmallwood-deactivated201909]

[gadgets-cnl]

[wolverxne]

[lonniewebb]