сладких снов
What does it matter how many lovers you have if none of them gives you the universe?
83 / REBLOGgildings:

Strawberry (by Always the Sun)
You’re beautiful, but you’re empty. No one could die for you.
by Antoine de Saint Exupéry, The Little Prince (via
larmoyante)
He wanted to ask her what sound a heart made when it broke from pleasure, when just the sight of someone filled you the way food, blood, and air never could, when you felt as if you’d been born for only one moment and this, for whatever reason, was it.
by Dennis Lehane, Shutter Island (via
larmoyante)

(via un-blessed)

You speak to me in words and I look at you with feelings.
by Pierrot le Fou (via
lightasylum)

(via averto)

We sat there for a long time, till the crowd around us thinned, till the sun shifted and the light changed. Till we felt our eyes could meet again, without the tears.
by Tatiana de Rosnay (Sarah’s Key)

(Source: nagging)

She was truly a beautiful girl. I could feel a small polished stone sinking through the darkest waters of my heart. All those deep convoluted channels and passageways, and yet she managed to toss her pebble right down to the bottom of it all.
by Haruki Murakami (via
pavorst)

(via un-blessed)

360 / REBLOGeternityonwings:

день шестой by asya baranova on Flickr.
21 / REBLOGlunarix:

unbenannt by 一原 on Flickr.
1077 / REBLOGcariosus:

(by *Nishe)
73 / REBLOG0ut-fitted:

untitled by anako. on Flickr.