It Felt Like Sunday After A Long Time.No Alarms,no Missed Breakfast,no Heading To The Subway In A Rush,no

what if we fucked around and renormalized sending handwritten letters to our lovers? 💌

“And where should I go now that I’ve reached the sea?”

— Jennifer Chang, from “Myself — Be Noon to Him”, Some Say the Lark (via voirlvmer)

not gonna lie i’m pretty uncomfortable like all the time

From The Tragedy of Macbeth by William Shakespeare (1606).

forever removing “agree to disagree” from my vocabulary now i end all my arguments with “live with what makes you comfortable but know that ultimately you’re not telling yourself the truth” and that’s on me being sick and tired <3 we’re burning bridges today

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“I am jealous of everything whose beauty does not die. I am jealous of the portrait you have painted of me. Why should it keep what I must lose? Every moment that passes takes something from me and gives something to it. Oh, if it were only the other way! If the picture could change, and I could be always what I am now! Why did you paint it? It will mock me some day—mock me horribly!”

― Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

wish my life was like a 90's movie where all my friends work in record stores and bookshops and coffee shops and we see really cool bands in small little clubs and get breakfast together and like hang out on roofs and shit

"In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on."

-Robert Frost