I’m still writing about you and you haven’t read a word.
It’s been four years now.
I really really really miss us.
(Source: malformalady, via krautwave) |
brings me such great memories :3 |
get off the couch and start writing again!!! (via cleopatrism) |
(Source: eterna-inocencia, via noair) |
(Source: infinito-828, via desenhado-no-mar) |
(via apho-tics) |
We don’t see things as they are, we see them as we are.
Anaïs Nin (via loveyourchaos)
(Source: fairycastle, via cosmic-womb)
You swallowed everything, like distance. Like the sea, like time. In you everything sank.
Pablo Neruda (via loveyourchaos)
as if there was another way… (Source: uniquepussy, via send-me-to-you) |
Poesia:
pó
da alma
vazia.
pó
da alma
vazia.
Poeticências (via iliterata)
(via desenhado-no-mar)
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You’re not really an adult at all. You’re just a tall child holding a beer, having a conversation you don’t understand.
Dylan Moran (via sulleyandmike)
thats exactly what I think of older people
(Source: kokodokoko, via franz-kafkas)
