CREAMSICLE SKY WHILE THE SUN SETS IN THE WEST.

i have to speculate that God himself did make us into corresponding shapes, like puzzle pieces from the clay.
true, it may seem like a stretch, but its thoughts like this that catch my troubled head when you’re away; WHEN I AM MISSING YOU TO DEATH.

732 días. ó algo así cómo 63.244.800 segundos. ahora & siempre.

I’m really glad we didn’t have to kill anyone, Valentine.

(Source: replicant)

(via: killingbambi / op: contusioni)

Virginia Woolf’s suicide note to her husband Leonard before drowning herself.

On 28 March 1941, Virginia Woolf put on her overcoat, filled its pockets with stones, and walked into the River Ouse near her home and drowned herself. Her body was not found until 18 April 1941.  Her husband buried her cremated remains under an elm in the garden of Monk’s House.

Nov. 13th, 2011.

i love you.

(via: replicant)

I miss the way that you smell, the way my hand fits perfectly in yours, the way that I fit into your neck. I hate being so far from you, it doesn’t make sense.. I’m supposed to be with you right now. I’m supposed to be taking a nap and cuddling into your side. I’m trying to be optimistic and happy for both of us, and you have no idea what’s raging inside of me. I’m angry and frustrated and annoyed that I can’t be right next to you. You’re my world and it feels like it’s been ripped away from me. I’m void and empty without you. I don’t want to go out, I don’t want to see friends.. I just want to see you. I want to be with my best friend, my lover. I need to be back with you. I want to go back to the beach with you and Miranda, and watch the fireworks all over again. I want it all. 

I am taking frizzell’s words; because we are feeling kinda the same right now.

ladies & gents: my wife.

(Source: nineyearoldspacegandalf)

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