Then said Almitra, Speak to us of Love.
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awelltraveledwoman:

Copper (Taken with Instagram at Home)
I was satisfied with haiku until I met you,
but now I want a Russian novel,
a 50-page description of you sleeping.
Dean Young (via forestmilk)

(Source: forestmilk, via foxbloo-d)

endofmarch:

alwaysconcussed:

i don’t know how to not curse

i’ll mean to say, “ooh, this is pretty” and it will come out as THIS IS THE NICEST FUCKING PIECE OF SHIT I HAVE EVER SEEN IN MY WHOLE GODDAMN LIFE

it’s a problem

Me. Except okay, I totally know how not to curse if the situation requires it. But honestly where’re the fun in that?  :D

Ditto. I’m usually capable of controlling myself when I need to. But sometimes the eff bomb slips out where it shouldn’t and then my mother calls me “trashy.” 

(Source: believed)

teehee.
(via littleyellowdoor, alaskaneyes)

“One of the most difficult things to say to another person is, I hope that you will love me for no good reason. But it is what we all want and rarely dare to say to one another – to our children, to our parents and mates, to our friends, and to strangers… no matter who we are to one another and who we are not.”

-Russell Banks

(Source: palequeenliteraryquotes, via modernhepburn)

dear goodness, this woman is stunning. 
I have this hat!