“You’re seeking something, but at the same time, you are running away for all you’re worth.”
— Haruki Murakami
“Don't be in a hurry to love me. Don't spill all your love on me so quickly, because hurried loves leak through the fingers to the ground. They sweeten beyond what we can bear and make us sick, craving a pinch of salt. So if you're going to love me anyway, love me slowly. Love me in detail, in consistency, just a little bit every day, and for the rest of our lives.”
— Letters to my last love.
Source: oblitarum
sometimes the weight of your thoughts is so much that your mind takes you into a state of alienation and annulment to save you from itself.
i’m ready for june. the purest month. the friday afternoon of summer, when the world hums with possibility. when spring kisses summer on the cheek, leaves behind a trail of ferns and dew. june is packing your suitcase for a trip. june is a sprinkler in the lawn. june is goodbye and hello all at once. every day feels like the first moment after you wake up, when the dreams still stick to your skin. we wander dazed and hazy in the infant months of heat and sun. we are lovely and unafraid
“I feel like the moon is a very beautiful woman. She’s in control.” —Ravyn Lenae ♡
hot girls stay up late just so they can finally have some alone time
a little bunny looking at the stars in case you're having a bad day.
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I highly recommend writing papers while listening to heavy metal and trying to type as fast as either the drums or guitar.
