poeticallybitter:

he’s lovely, but his presence doesn’t touch the depths of my soul

blackloversthings:

“I am a child with an old soul. I see magic in everything, but at the same time, everything tires me because I feel everything so very deeply.”

hiraeth76:

My child is completely fine “your child is in love with people who are literally ink on paper”

fairydrowning:

Romance died when we stopped writing long letters with wax seals to be delivered in secret.

hamoodmood:

ancientsstudies:

Alexandra Vasiliu, Be My Moon.

deadlypoetacademia:

“What’s ur type in men?” “Morally grey men with touch her and I’ll kill you vibes”

nostyleblog:

“When Oscar Wilde said most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else’s opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation, and Jorge Luis Borges said I am not sure that I exist, actually. I am all the writers that I have read, all the people that I have met, all the women that I have loved; all the cities I have visited”

night-thief:

I felt a tremendous distance between myself and everything real.

- Hunter S. Thompson