grow inside my lungs i'll keep you safe
I wonder why I don’t go to bed and go to sleep. But then it would be tomorrow, so I decide that no matter how tired, no matter how incoherent I am, I can skip on hour more of sleep and live.
by Sylvia Plath (via observando)

(via pxxies)

narcotic:

netscapeme:

bl-ossomed:

yikes:


Teddy Roosevelt’s diary entry from the day his wife died. He never spoke of her death again.

i reblog this every time its on my dash

this is so sad

:(

love is scary
it can break you just as fast as it made you

This is not a photograph of lovers, this is a 400 year old marble statue of Pluto and Proserpina