"I have this vision: That I would finally come and find you. Scattered pieces of distance would not stand in my way. Not needing words; the barest of glimpses would suffice for you and me."
- Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena  (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)


just wanna get rich enough to buy my mom all the shit she deserves 


when someone cries because you said something nice to them, they’re someone who you need to protect because they haven’t seen enough kindness in the world.


we reblog the clothes we think we deserve