Follow me into the dark.

when men roll up their sleeves. ok whore

someone please take me on bookstore dates, and talk with me about books, and our futures and aspirations, and then at the end we exchange our favorite books with each other, and drive home listening to music.

I may look fine but deep down I wanna discover a hidden staircase in a library.

handwritten letters, old libraries, vintage aesthetic, neck kisses, coffee shops, rainy days, annotated books, unorganised bookshelf, fictional crushes, sleep deprived eyes, love poems for moon

i support universal free healthcare for one simple reason: if you are diagnosed with a terminal illness you should quit your job. quitting your job is the correct response to terminal illness. but you can’t do that if your healthcare is tied to your job

listen if somebody knows that they will be dead in a years time, and you are forcing them to continue to come into work, that’s fucked up. terminally ill people should be able to quit their jobs and live their last few months to the fullest. i don’t get how that’s a controversial opinion

steaming coffee, smudged lipstick, chocolate, rose gardens, nose kisses, misted windows, stormy mornings, fuzzy blankets, leather jackets, dried flowers between pages, soft fairy lights, heart-shaped lockets, art galleries

not to be negative but someone really spent all that time and energy cutting open a pomegranate and then gave it to a (cute) raccoon?

It’s called Love .