Have you ever just looked at someone and thought, “I really love you”. They’re just talking or humming or watching a movie or reading a book or laughing or something, and there’s something about them in that moment—their body is alive, there’s a light in their eyes, something—that makes you think, “I just really love you.” It’s a weird sensation to think this, but it’s pretty awesome that we can feel this way about another being.

:)
sofeeuhsofia:

ashgatsby:

I took way too many photos of this guy in the coffee shop yesterday and I don’t even feel a little bad about it.

this is a nice photo 

sofeeuhsofia:

ashgatsby:

I took way too many photos of this guy in the coffee shop yesterday and I don’t even feel a little bad about it.

this is a nice photo 

"Others were never sure
whether she vanished within things,
or if it was things that vanished
within her."

Michael Tweed, The Beautiful Foolishness Of Things (via violentwavesofemotion)

"Yes, I am glad you miss me, even if it is ‘damned unpleasant’. I thought from your first letter than you didn’t miss me at all, and was sad about it. Now I am all pleased again. Selfish, isn’t one? But I go through it too, you know,—this missing you, and wanting you,—so that I know exactly how damned unpleasant it is, and probably even better than you do."

Vita Sackville-West, from a letter to Virginia Woolf dated 23 February 1927 (via violentwavesofemotion)

mo0n-dweller:

englishsnow:

by  Sarah Longworth

I need to live in this house.