wishing your mind flowed softly as the waves do against the sand
you think you’re ok until you’re up at 3am crying about everything and nothing all at once
I think I need someone (via hereyeswereempty)
love this too much yeet
how my weekend should be
I think about you. But I don’t say it anymore.
Marguerite Duras, Hiroshima, Mon Amour (1959)
wishing at the wrong time
YeSSSSS
Johnny Depp by Patrick Demarchelier, 1999
Aneu
crossing a thousand miles for you