DREAM TREE

little-skulls:

sexicancore:

lucy-is-sorry:

suspiratio-n:

and god damn it, I can barely say your name

So I’ll try to write it, and fill the pen with blood from the sink

But don’t just say it you should scream my name

Pretend that it’s a song, cause forever it’s yours.

I write differently from what I speak, I speak differently from what I think, I think differently from the way I ought to think, and so it all proceeds into deepest darkness.
by Franz Kafka (via akumamatata)

TGIF: so excited for coffee dates and lazy bed mornings with QT

thewitnesss:

L’everymorning