– Beach House, “Used to Be” (via poetrist)
– Haruki Murakami (via wordsthat-speak)
you know what’s fucked up?
that you can be without someone for six months, a year, five years and have mastered not thinking about them, but no matter how much time passes there will always be that moment where you see a photo of them or catch a little of their cologne on a crowed street and suddenly you’re plagued with a rapidly sinking stomach and the relentless question, “what did i do wrong?”
making eye contact with a hot stranger and knowing you will never see them again
– (via h-auptgewinn)
my blog will make you horny ;)
no i’m not crying