quackenbuschlight:

"how can you drink hot coffee in the middle of summer?"

fire cannot kill a dragon

escupir:

We only said goodbye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to black

Survivors have scars. Victims have graves.
― Something that I need carved in my bones. (via beagmactire)

valiantwoe:

ephemeralephemera:

The other night, dear,
As I lay sleeping,
I dreamed I held you in my arms.
But when I woke, dear,
I was mistaken.
So I bowed my head and cried.

This is the definition of hauntingly beautiful.

The dearest ones of time, the strongest friends of the soul – BOOKS.
― Emily Dickinson  (via ablogwithaview)