Ma il buio si può colorare (?)
Ti immaginavo proprio come sei, con i capelli nerissimi e mossi, come un albero e la sua chioma spettinata.

Chiara, 21 » ocean and books and tea and you.

Claude Monet
Roses (Les Roses) (1925–26)

Claude Monet

Roses (Les Roses) (1925–26)

dearvalkyrie:

dandelion carpet (by rie701)

dearvalkyrie:

dandelion carpet (by rie701)

cistro:

Matthew Tammaro

cistro:

Matthew Tammaro

…I was not myself for weeks yet nobody noticed.
(via incoloure)
If you expect nothing from anybody, you’re never disappointed
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar (via melancolya)
And at the end of the day, your feet should be dirty, your hair messy and your eyes sparkling.
Shanti (via butterkeksdieb)
With my last breath, I’ll exhale my love for you. I hope it’s a cold day, so you can see what you meant to me.
Jarod Kintz, This is the best book I’ve ever written, and it still sucks. (via melancolya)
jamesnord:

Growth in Greenpoint. 

jamesnord:

Growth in Greenpoint. 

Letting go means to come to the realization that some people are a part of your history, but not a part of your destiny.
Steve Maraboli (via observando)
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