Blue hydrangea, cold cash divine

Cashmere, cologne and white sunshine


It was never
My intention
To love you
This much
For this long-
Don’t get me wrong-
I love loving you.

Most of the time.

- M.S. (via coffee-crinkled-pages)


you wrote your name on my heart in permanent marker but only let me write on yours in pencil

(Source: unstartling, via pride)


The year is 2060. iPhone 842 is released. The screen touches you

(via collapsed)