I Washed My Broken Heart With Beach Waves And Sunsets. I Stitched My Battle Scars With Threads Of Leftover

I know I used to live without you but that was before I knew the brown speckles of your eyes or the softness of your lips. Before your laughter became my favourite sound and your smile the brightest part of my day. That was before I fell in love with you. Now you’re a part of me like the blood in my veins or the air in my lungs and I need you just as bad. I can’t imagine a day without you and I hope I’ll never have to again.

(via ifthenightcouldtalk)

It was just the same long summer, always, and everything lived and grew at its own pace.

Tove Jansson, The Summer Book (via a-quiet-green-agreement)

talk to a real person by Stephen Shore

boats | julie zlo

my mum is coming to paris on tuesday. we haven't seen each other in about a year and a half... i wanna get her flowers for when i pick her up at the airport. which kind of flower is ideal for this situation? which kind of flower shouts thank you for existing, thank you breathing by my side?

thoughts on youth & this dusty skin. fear of years. a mirror maze. how great to drift in a city with no name. alone. 

by Herr Bohn