You have my heart. And I could analyze that — but I won’t. For it...– Frida Kahlo, from The Diary Of Frida Kahlo: An Intimate Self-Portrait (via weaverofstars)
ghosteh13: voice-of-tartarus: demeaniac: what if with our first clot of air when we are born we inhale a soul, and every time we breathe out, we squeeze a tiny part of our souls out. would our final breath actually be the very last soul fragment leaving our bodies? Woah woah wait you know those things that say “you become like the 5 people you hang out with the most” that would explain...
I am jealous of your bedsheets— the ones you wrap yourself in over and over when...– Thought Catalog, I Want To Run Away With You (via vacants)