darling, you are my world

I like to adventure but I equally like to nap || Timothy has all of my heart

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wisteria-spirit:

earthy feet and sunny toes

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my talents include being able to sit on the toilet for 30 minutes being distracted by my phone

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A few days ago, I thought you were the world. Now I’m not so sure.


I, too, remember the feeling. You are caught between all that was and all that must be. You feel lost.
I’m ashamed of myself because I know I should be better and I have no idea how to get there.
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Albert Aublet French (1851 - 1938) Selene
There are two types of waiting. There’s the the waiting you do for something you know is coming, sooner or later—like waiting for the 6:28 train, or the school bus, or a party where a certain handsome boy might be. And then there’s the waiting for something you don’t know is coming. You don’t even know what it is exactly, but you’re hoping for it. You’re imagining it and living your life for it. That’s the kind of waiting that makes a fist in your heart.
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Overwhelmed with sadness
Underwhelmed by your love


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abandonxallxships:

What am I supposed to do when you used my mind like a journal and scribbled your darkest thoughts across my bones every time you traced my veins with your tongue. What am I supposed to think when you used the blank spaces in between my fingers to draw maps that lead to places I would follow. And fuck, I don’t know what to do because the only time I could breathe was when you kissed my lips and shared your air with me and your teeth left marks on my skin like I was an empty canvas for only you to paint. Well, these days I’m lost because the maps you drew burnt up in my palms the minute you left and now, there’s no where for me to go. I would have followed you anywhere
I just want to have a completely adventurous, passionate, weird life.