Meet Virginia



confidence is tragic.intuition magic.shape of body.unusual.
I want us to make each other better.
- someone you should probably hold on to (via braided-funk)

(via gvvrls)


aquadisale:

siamo soli

aquadisale:

siamo soli

(via angel0fdeath516)


This is my perfect fucking life.

This is my perfect fucking life.

How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.
- A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh (via larmoyante)

(via eastonishere)


deaneggsandsam:

when u sneeze in front of your pet and they look like you’ve just offended their great ancestors

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(Source: deaneggsandsam, via tobekem)


Romance is the glamour which turns the dust of everyday life into a golden haze.
- Elinor Glyn (via feellng)

words-of-emotion:

Good Vibes HERE
untrustyou:

Sam Rogers
I was twenty-one at the time, about to turn twenty-two. No prospect of graduating soon, and yet no reason to quit school. Caught in the most curiously depressing circumstances. For months I’d been stuck, unable to take one step in any new direction. The world kept moving on; I alone was at a standstill. In the autumn, everything took a desolate cast, the colors swiftly fading before my eyes. The sunlight, the smell of the grass, the faintest patter of rain, everything got on my nerves. How many times did I dream of catching a train at night?
- Haruki Murakami, A Wild Sheep Chase (via whyallcaps)

(via lifeinpoetry)


I wanted the past to go away, I wanted
to leave it, like another country; I wanted
my life to close, and open
like a hinge, like a wing, like the part of the song
where it falls
down over the rocks: an explosion, a discovery;
I wanted
to hurry into the work of my life; I wanted to know,

whoever I was, I was

alive
for a little while.

- Mary Oliver, Dream Work (via observando)

I don’t think people love me. They love versions of me I have spun for them, versions of me they have construed in their minds. The easy versions of me, the easy parts of me to love.
- (via morningsuns)

(Source: wordsthat-speak, via pirriscloset)


He doesn’t have to say it, i feel it too; it’s not subtle - like every bell for miles and miles is ringing at once, loud and clanging, hungry ones and tiny, happy, chiming ones, all of them sounding off in this moment. I put my hands around his neck, pull him to me, and then he’s kissing me hard and so deep, and i am flying, sailing, soaring…
- Jandy NelsonThe Sky is Everywhere (via feellng)