"I’m full of poetry now. Rot and poetry. Rotten poetry."

Ernest Hemingway, The Snows of Kilimanjaro (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
I feel this deep in my soul

I feel this deep in my soul

"My heart swings back and forth between the need for routine and the urge to run."

note to self (via kvtes)
(to be honest, I usually haven’t)

(to be honest, I usually haven’t)

hairychikubi:

affection is dumb and gross 
drown me in it

I just want to lay in a pile of warm laundry and eat bread

*lie

vanillish:

ok but consider this

  • who cares

"Wouldn’t we be quite the pair?—you with your bad heart, me with my bad head. Together, though, we might have something worthwhile."

a letter from Zelda Fitzgerald to her husband F. Scott Fitzgerald (via goodwinmacalister)

stantler:

onionfairy:

stantler:

took my last shower of 2014 <3

don’t you mean first

no