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I blog for the girls who cry on their birthdays and lose a little bit of themselves during the summer months

Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena

Anis Mojgani, In the Pockets of Small Gods

the bunnies said so :o) 

Henri Matisse (1869-1954)

adulthood is realising no one cares about you and the show must go on

— (via minuty)

Really in the mood to buy a plane ticket now and disappear somewhere far away and never come back

ON SUNNY DAYS I GO OUT WALKING. I END UP ON A TREE-LINED STREET. I LOOK UP AT THE GAPS OF SUNLIGHT. I MISS YOU MORE THAN ANYTHING

— Edgar Allan Poe

feeling bored, might imagine myself in unrealistic scenarios of love, idk