I Hate Living In A Dorm On Valentine's Day. We Get It! You Have Someone To Love And Fuck! Please Be Quiet!!

Oh my god what Hoizer song is this?

new love languages dropped (i saw it all in a dream)

• boobs

• eating together

• theft

• pure devotion which makes you turn a blind eye to the rest of the world

• salvation through your lover's touch

• going through grief together

• blood

i’ve never felt more seen

If i had deer horns and pointy ears then maybe everything would be ok

Hippie Academia

☆ loving learning but being sceptical about public education system

☆books about nature and spirituality

☆flowy skirts, flowery shirts, lots of crystals and wooden jewellery, dissolved messy hair

☆ wanting to live your life to the fullest

☆learning in the nature

☆ music is life

☆knowledge is a way to change world for better

☆getting philosophical at 2 am

☆being pissed that you will probably end up in soulless work 9 to 5 just to make it for a living

☆dreams about living in the cottage and leave the modern world

☆ going on the protests

☆ cheap wine and weed

☆using almost everything from second hand: from clothes to books

let's just stare at each other, with such passion that the moon will hide behind the leaves of the trees and pour her light on us, while we sit on the wooden bench outside the café where we had first met. let's just stare and invite each other to the silence of our lives filled with universes of emotions, because it's in eyes that we see, and it's in eyes that we speak.

Me posting on tumblr:

“That’s what people do who love you. They put their arms around you and love you when you’re not so lovable.”

— Deb Caletti

Морфей, до утра дай отраду Моей мучительной любви. Приди, задуй мою лампаду, Мои мечты благослови! Сокрой от памяти унылой Разлуки страшный приговор! Пускай увижу милый взор, Пускай услышу голос милый. Когда ж умчится ночи мгла И ты мои покинешь очи, О, если бы душа могла Забыть любовь до новой ночи!

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Oh, Morpheus, give me joy till morning For my forever painful love: Just blow out candles’ burning And let my dreams in blessing move. Let from my soul disappear The separation’s sharp rebuke! And let me see that dear look, And let me hear voice that dear. And when will vanish dark of night And you will free my eyes at leaving, Oh, if my heart would have a right To lose its love till dark of evening!

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К МОРФЕЮ / Morpheus

Александр Сергеевич Пушкин  / Alexander Sergeyevich Pushkin  1799-1837

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Graphic - René-Antoine Houasse  1645-1710