I have so much of you in my heart.
John Keats, from a letter to Fanny Brawne (via sexual-feelings)

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weaknudes:

waking up cold: alright I need more blankies

waking up hot: covers thrown everywhere. sweat behind the kneecaps. 3 dead. the pillow is the sun. critical condition.

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13thmoon:

i would take naps in forests every day if bugs didnt exist 


lipstickstainedlove:

i

um

help?

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Reblog if you’re willing to answer anything that comes in your ask right now

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thelovelysouls:

i should not be laughing this hard

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One does not become enlightened by imagining figures of light, but by making the darkness conscious.
Carl Jung (via thecalminside)