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In soundless dreams // Part 6

ode to Flora

i want a relationship but i want them to be like a friend to me, i dont want the relationship to be all about kissing, making out and sex i just wanna hang out with them, and go places, and just have fun wherever we go

My favorite feeling is when it’s winter and you wake up in the middle of the night and you look out the window and there’s snow on the ground and the sky is kind of light colored and it looks misplaced and kind of eerie but also comforting i love it the most 

my friend Fiona told me to post this photo of me so that it could get ’re-tumbled’

I went to the beach with my 1957 Kodak Pony IV and all my photos came back super hazy and old-looking. It is okay if you want to pretend I took these is 1957

To taste the gentle moon,

John Keats, from The Complete Poems and Selected Letters; “Endymion,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

“She was intelligent, and intelligent women mixed literature and poetry with love,”

— Anaïs Nin, from “Delta Of Venus,” originally published c. August 1977