i told you that you won‘t be able to handle me because no one can
the only world where you aren’t beautiful is the one in your own mind
How many times can the same thing break your heart?
As long as you love it.
everything is sort of weird and sad and i want to sleep next to you
There’s a storm inside my head and it’s killing all the flowers.
I want to wake up and smell the cold forest air, I want to feel the soft moss under my bare feet as I sip tea. I don’t want to worry about what time it is or whats going to happen next. I just want to be.
la-petitefille
“She was very private. I don’t think anyone will ever be able to totally capture her—she seemed so evanescent.”
— Joseph Mitchell, Diane Arbus: A Biography (via poetic–rose)