we are made of moonlight magic.
When I was trying to quit smoking
and we drank white wine from Mason jars,
you called my freckles cocoa powder
and I called your green eyes
I am learning how to be a grown-up
who pays bills, cooks her own meals,
and doesn’t cry at words like
I think I just want to be friends.
The truth is this:
Love is an organic thing.
It rots and softens.
All That’s Left To Tell, Clementine von Radics (via clementinevonradics)
man, I wish I had the time and money to build one of these…
cute little camper
Bertrand Russell (via thatkindofwoman)