this blog is a museum of my heart
i am not equipped to deal with this
something deeply intimate about being outside early in the morning all alone and seeing the world as she is
(via tueselle)
nobody too busy u just ain’t a priority
when I was younger, I used to think true love was tumultuous and intense. but now, I feel like real love is gentle. passionate in a soft, sweet way. not fireworks and drama, but a love that’s like coming home, the breeze on a still summer day. a balm to the aches of the world.
(via aidashakur)
yms1:
real ones never left tumblr.




