…except it’s more like: Life, life Many/Lots of umbrellaspoetry, everything sounds better in french
Mycroft…is that you?
Mycroft approves of the French’s priorities.
(via deliberateuntruths)
…except it’s more like: Life, life Many/Lots of umbrellaspoetry, everything sounds better in french
Mycroft…is that you?
Mycroft approves of the French’s priorities.
(via deliberateuntruths)
(Source: pusheen, via eat-my-fuck)
I was satisfied with haiku until I met you,
but now I want a Russian novel,
a 50-page description of you sleeping.— D. Young
(Source: valuska, via theriomorphic)
(via neo-queenserenity)
Mourning
sadness
under the skin
sometimes
there is no skin
only sadnessNora Alleyn
(Source: asleepypuppy)
I took a deep breath and listened to the old bray of my heart: I am, I am, I am.
—Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar (via cordiformcupcake)
Deborah Lippmann Glitter in the Air.
American Apparel “Cotton” with Konad special polish, and my favourite plate.
