my world is sweet like cinnamon
I don’t know what’s the matter with me, why I’m so adept at distance, why I feel so remote from things, why life feels like a rumor.
by David Shields, How Literature Saved My Life  (via lunaoki)

(Source: larmoyante, via lunaoki)

No matter how good things are, there will always be solitary nights you spend in your bedroom, in a car, or in a party full of your closest friends when it feels like the walls are caving in.
by Dan Campbell (via wordsthat-speak)

(via suck-ups)

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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