the-fletcher-memorial-home:

Dreams - Fleetwood Mac ripped from vinyl

Thunder only happens when it’s raining

pinkvelourtracksuit:

fall aesthetic:
one titty out
burgundy lips
a glass of wine in one hand

Time flows in a strange way on Sundays.

- Haruki Murakami (via ghosts)

(Source: 7000km-in-aer)

I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world.

- Madeline MIller, The Song of Achilles (via quoted-books)

krook:

if you don’t want a girl to ride your face then you need to reevaluate your life

onemoresongtosingalong:

Hold on, though we may be too young to know this ride we’re on

magick-from-the-moon:

by Jules Joseph Lefebvr