A Collection of Our Lives I like coffee, cardigans, and the smell of old library books.

I'm keeping it real with myself and hoping that I don't judge myself too much looking back.

How fucking poetic does smoke look after it leaves your lips and is just floating around in front of your eyes, existing for a moment or two? 

4/20 07:47 - 1 note
larmoyanteviearbre
"What if I slept a little more and forgot about all this nonsense."

- Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis  

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perfectmadness

if you keep asking me I’ll melt away in the summer air (daniele martinie)

if you keep asking me I’ll melt away in the summer air (daniele martinie)

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