I Would Rather Be A Superb Meteor, Every Atom Of Me In Magnificent Glow, Than A Sleepy And Permanent

You like me because I am a scoundrel. 

Mistakes.

Inktober | Day 13

This feels like forever, without you.

3:42 pm

River of No Return, 1954

The Seven Year Itch (1955) dir. Billy Wilder

The worst type of crying wasn’t the kind everyone could see—the wailing on street corners, the tearing at clothes. No, the worst kind happened when your soul wept and no matter what you did, there was no way to comfort it. A section withered and became a scar on the part of your soul that survived.

Katie McGarry, Pushing the Limits (via quotethat)

#ambersarmy

Design graphics Geya Shvecova (Smoky_MOON_171219)