progress

z-ndjenja:

I cried to God about it because I couldn’t explain it to anyone else.

stricatul:

let me appreciate everything about you that someone else took for granted

violentwavesofemotion:

“My feelings are transparent, dangerously luminous, and they remain.”

— Edna St. Vincent Millay, from a diary entry written c. September 1911
(via transvelt)

misrosem:

cocainae:

abernathyvalois:

museum dates where she stares at the shit and i stare at her

ruhlare:

It’s written in the stars that your soul belongs to mine

rjmxrell:

“Cheers to the pain we chose to hide.”

—

runawaydevill:

“Lovers” - Harry Holland