Growing up hurts.

In this love you are like a knife, with which I explore myself.
Franz Kafka, Letter to Milena Jesenská (via thatkindofwoman)

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The only people up at 3 am are in love, lonely, drunk, or all three.
(via just-an-autumn)


How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.
A.A. Milne, Winnie-the-Pooh (via kushandwizdom)


voguiest:

adayto4get:

adayto4get:

IM CRYING BC THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL

last time i looked (yesterday btw) this thing had 9k notes wtf

i have been watching this for 5 minutes

illest:

City Life Milan. (source) ➜ More