my world is sweet like cinnamon
the-foxes-burrow:

Lovely breakfast with oregon-dreaming the other day.
How much wine I drink on a weekly basis

whatshouldwecallme:

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Suddenly, every song was about you.
by loving you in six words (via geedragonnn)

(Source: say-cheesecake, via suck-ups)

It was all I ever really wanted, that revelation. The possibility of fixed stars.
by Janet Fitch, White Oleander  (via contramonte)

(Source: pniepple, via contramonte)

Your hand found mine.
Life rushed to my fingers like a blood clot.
by Anne Sexton, “The Touch,” from Love Poems (via lifeinpoetry)

(via contramonte)