Lust is Saturday night; love is Sunday morning.
Kid in my lit class (via stalkedprincess)
(Source: melodiousgeekery, via emwolfilie)
I loved the irradiate refuge of sleep. In my dreams I found a little of the beauty I had vainly sought in life, and wandered through old gardens and enchanted woods.
H. P. Lovecraft (via mirroir)
from Ex Oblivione (via kvallning)
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