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Dead
i’m very much alive, lol. tumblr is dead af though.
Solaris (1972) dir. Andrei Tarkovsky
ever noticed that girls never complain about being in the friendzone????? its because they understand what it means when someone says no
“There doesn’t exist a world where I don’t fall for you and it doesn’t fuck me up”
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“And when I asked you how you’d been, I meant I missed you more than I’ve ever missed anything before.”
— Iain Thomas (via amargedom)
me rereading my writing: what fucking dumbass wrote this. what kind of fucking dipshit. what unbelievable fucking garbage. blocked.
can’t wait for summer nights
The sound of rain and ocean waves bring so much inner peace.
me: please don’t panic and overanalyze things again
brain: how bout i do a n y w a y
Does anyone else love bad weather? Like the kind that’s loud and dark and draws attention to its self like pounding rain drops and thunder and lightning that seems just so close. And you can sit near a window and it’s dark outside and maybe you’ve got a candle lit or a lamp and it’s so warm inside and you’re wearing you’re favourite sweater and watching a good show or reading a good book and it’s beautiful outside the rain and the clouds and the sound of it all and you’re just so content and cosy and happy
concept: the moonlight is streaming in through the windows. im holding your hand as we fall asleep. we’re home.
young love is always broadcast in the brightest colors we get so sensitive to all this neon light in our eyes never craving the taste of moonlight always want to swallow the whole damn orb you put an array of glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling told me you built us our own universe i told you i’d miss the sunlight so the next day you tore down all the curtains asked what more i could possibly want & that night we had the brightest stars to sleep under we spent half the night naming them all these new constellations left them all stuck to the paint in that hotel room i started to learn how to fall asleep on the road don’t think i could ever go back to counterfeit light after that
Angelea Lowes, all we do is drive / all we do is think about the feelings that we hide, found in candy hearts & neon gods
“No matter how much you revisit the past, there is nothing new to see.”
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Robert Tew (via minuty)