"sit on my mind while you reach for air sliding on my tongue."
— overlyxclusive (via kushandwizdom)
"Being alone never felt right. Sometimes it felt good, but it never felt right."
— Charles Bukowski, Women (via feellng)
"She was a wild, wicked slip of a girl. She burned too bright for this world."
Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights
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"I’m counting the moons while thinking of you"
— Metafoam-electric eyes