girlmostlikely:

hzned:

feral-ballad:

June Gehringer, “EARTH IS AN ANAGRAM FOR HEART, U FUCKING IDIOTS”

[Text ID: “I don’t want to talk about it. / I want to lie in what little grass remains / and try to fit your heart inside of mine.”]

flowerytale:

Jane Austen, from Sense and Sensibility

fairycosmos:

btw. does anyone want to burst into tears with me

poeticallybitter:

ylaka:

“We never realize how frozen we are until someone starts to melt our ice”

— Bridgett Devoue

nymphastral:

“…you walk inside my dreams, I love the pain and the flame in you, but do not touch me.”

— Anaïs Nin, from Je suis le plus malade des Surrealistes (via enthymesis)

the-cinder-fields:

Erwin Rudolf Weiss, The Kiss, 1898

ancientsstudies:

Colosseum, Italy.

10000001:

i feel you in songs, movies, sunsets, and everywhere.