Wonders& Wanderings.



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Reblogged from prollyright

prollyright:

napping together is my kind of date

(via littlelionsmane)

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ughtree:

de4fening:

piratenunteruns:

alecstasy:

my anonymous friend sent me this and i thought this was really beautiful

this

it’s literally scary how much this post is me

this is so perfect wow

ughtree:

de4fening:

piratenunteruns:

alecstasy:

my anonymous friend sent me this and i thought this was really beautiful

this

it’s literally scary how much this post is me

this is so perfect wow

(via littlelionsmane)

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Reblogged from niick4-deactivated20130215

For Adam

My heart aches for you

in the dusty avenues of my soul where we used to walk together,

 I had lost my mind and myself,

replaced it with my love for you that I myself cannot fathom

so how can you?

No longer can I imagine the sea without

reminiscing about

the undecided color of your melancholy eyes

which become you like sweet honeycomb  

Though hidden behind

The smoky, sour clouds of the joint

After joint

After joint

My eyes see nothing but clouds

And tears

And fears

 in yours, now

And I ache, again, for the sea which I have never known,

but so often visit in my dreams.

It kisses the shore

That it knows no more

And you, too,

 have become to me

a second sea.

z.n.a. 

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(Source: haileyrhode, via classy-lovely)

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Cologne

to me 

love is the smell 

of smoke on your clothes 

of dew on your lips 

the rise and fall of your chest 

and the warmth of your breath 

a kiss 

a matter of life and death 

a wish 

a matter of life and death 

a desperate grapple for your touch

i miss you 

you call my name 

"i miss you"

 this ache that i insist is good

the sound of “i need you” 

beckons constant from the unknown 

to me 

love is the smell

of campfires in May

of tired winter days 

the rise and fall of the wind in the trees

and the mug of hot cocoa that feels like home 

and to me 

love is the smell of your cologne