i se e th ese thi ngs & i thin k of y o u


( hyper-aware fervor introvert eager )
God b r e a t hed out the st a r ss s s
amongst the clouds and the waves, we listen. i may seem to you undoubtedly weird, with my interests and my seeming obsessions, but i long for the day that i will so serenely trade my shadows, for sunshine.


hlutir sem þú ættir að vita
i am real
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This is love, she thought, isn’t it? When you notice someone’s absence and hate that absence more than anything? More, even, than you love his presence?
—Jonathan Safran Foer (via teithio)

(Source: troubled, via floralorgans)