miseducatedmelanicmuse:

itz-autumn:

stefalee:

faqoloqy:

If you’re not amazed by the stars on a clear night then we won’t work.

bakwaaas:

when I was younger, I used to think true love was tumultuous and intense. but now, I feel like real love is gentle. passionate in a soft, sweet way. not fireworks and drama, but a love that’s like coming home, the breeze on a still summer day. a balm to the aches of the world.

soaveintermezzo:

tradingberry:

yourlilbrunette:

the-photograph: