Why do people still say “this doesn’t fit my blog theme but I had to reblog anyway”? It’s almost 2018. Who gives a fuck. Who even has a coherent blog anymore
Jan 26 23:00 with 259,914 notes
Life is boring, except for flowers, sunshine, your perfect legs. A glass of cold water when you are really thirsty. The way bodies fit together. Fresh and young and sweet. Coffee in the morning. These are just moments. I struggle with the in-betweens. I just want to never stop loving like there is nothing else to do, because what else is there to do?
― Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and Song of Despair (via thoughtsforbees)
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Nov 13 16:44 with 10,308 notes