"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)

johnhoustonstockton:

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

sedirktive:

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.

oeias:

we reblog the clothes we think we deserve