"His body smelled like a precious-wood forest; his hair, like sandalwood, his skin, like cedar. It was as if he had always lived among trees and plants."
Anaïs Nin, Little Birds (via floranymph)

(Source: wethinkwedream)



"Sometimes I think I have felt everything I’m ever gonna feel. And from here on out, I’m not gonna feel anything new. Just lesser versions of what I’ve already felt."
Her (2013)

(Source: larmoyante)

frankyone:

Oh yes
untiil:

So cool

sabistuki:

STOP. This is the police, you’re under arrest for being too cute. Now, put your hands where I can hold them.

(Source: sobbinq)