“I can barely conceive a type of beauty in which there is no melancholy.” Baudelaire


Won’t you tell me what you want from me? Don’t you know that I’d walk across the sea just to be with you, just to see it through?

Please don’t find another love when I’m away.

(via pearmore)


Raise your hand if you’re straddling the line between crippling anxiety and not giving any fucks about anything

(via kimmykaos)