˗ˏˋ Bri. 33. PNW ˎˊ˗
I’m tired, can’t think of anything, and want only to lay my face in your lap, feel your hand on my head and remain like that through all eternity // Franz Kafka.
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not to sound like a victorian woman suffering from hysteria but i do think going to the sea would fix me
(via crazycatsiren)
whatever was left, that was ours for a while.
sunrise - louise glück
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