and I lay my head down on the sharp sliver of hope
that one day, our paths would cross, and instead of a devastating collision we might even have new plants sprouting from our scalp these new experiences these new understandings, like superpowers. and well lay our heads down pleasantly, savoring every ounce of emotion displayed
without fear
without hesitation.
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eliakara:

Monet’s garden, Giverny, France
d-eww:

i think he is my favourite person

aphcutie:

destroy the idea that romantic love is the ultimate goal and replace it with accepting your faults and loving yourself for who you are 

mamaadweyaashkaa:

mangomamita:


Corsican vendetta knife with floral detail

che la mia ferita sia mortale"may my wound be deadly"

holy shit
namesgatsby:

Stay true