the-devils-d-e-n:

curing my sickness 🍜
I don’t want to be a sweetheart. I want to be the fucking love of your life.
Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, Americanah 
You are made
out of comets
and stars.

Do not surround
yourself with those
that treat you like
dirt and dust.
Noor Shirazie
Every morning, I wake up and forget just for a second that it happened. But once my eyes open, it buries me like a landslide of sharp, sad rocks. Once my eyes open, I’m heavy, like there’s too much gravity on my heart.
Sarah Ockler, Twenty Boy Summer (via larmoyante)
sydneyflapper:

Burnelleschi postcard, 1910s.