if ur feeling desperately sad this summer, wait until it gets dark and half quiet and then open a window. cool air and passing cars are gonna heal ur heart. i promise
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the sky is burning and so am I
the only difference is that it looks beautiful, I don’t
evenings from my window // justscribbledwords (via justscribbledwords)
You don’t hate him. You never could. I see it in the spark behind your eyes, when you talk about him.
i wish someone would notice (via throwing-tits-at-my-window)
a concept: outside a small restaurant I’m eating raspberry gelato under an Italian sun, I am wearing a white Bardot dress and my sun-warmed hair is soft on my shoulders. I am at peace.
It’s all messy: the hair, the bed, the words, the heart. Life.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
(via neuromanticism)
(via neuromanticism)
It’s all messy:
The hair.
The bed.
The words.
The heart.
Life…
William Leal. (via kyouminai)
everything is bad….my hair…my grades….my jeans
is this a halsey song
