sleeping with someone is so marvelous. i don’t think people see the wonders of just being in bed with someone. legs overlapping, fingers touching, with the body still. its so comforting to just lie with someone. a world of nothing.
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I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape - the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesnβt show.
She breathed in the crisp autumn air, hoping the loveliness of nature would somehow cleanse her soul and overshadow her sorrow.
And then her heart changed, or at least she understood it; and the winter passed, and the sun shone upon her.
J.R.R. Tolkien, The Return of the King (via landscape-photo-graphy)
I need solitude. I need space. I need air. I need the empty fields round me; and my legs pounding along roads; and sleep; and animal existence.
this body was passed down to me through so many generations of women, it is the body of my mother, my grandmother, and her mother. We have the same hips and the same hands and the same strong legs, this is my only home, I wish I could love it more than I do
me to my therapist: yeah idk I’m pretty good!
me to my tumblr followers: I was born with glass bones and paper skin. every morning I break my legs, and every afternoon I break my arms. at night, I lie awake in agony until my heart attacks put me to sleep.
lmaoo true
She sat by the ocean for hours smoking cigarettes with her best friend. It was around 3 am, her mile-long legs were crossed, she smiled and tossed her phone into the sand, βF*ck him, Iβm legendary.β she said, as the smoke leapt from the end of her cigarette. Her friend laughed, βThatβs pure poetry.β she replied as she took the last sip of rosΓ© theyβd been drinking straight from the bottle.
riley b. (via wordsnquotes)
