“From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.”

"Though lovers be lost love shall not;
And death shall have no dominion."
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some days you can’t tell whether its six in the morning or six at night. some days you don’t give a shit. some days the light doesn’t leave the room. 

f uck this is beautiful


I want to cuddle with you in a field under the stars.



“If you’re happy in a dream…does that count? The happiness–does it count?”

From The God of Small Things by Arundhati Roy (via hush-syrup)