ivoriy:

q'd, in paris


Sleeping Sickness — City & Colour

nostorybook:

Like the sea, I’m constantly changing from calm to ill. Madness fills my heart and soul, as if the great divide could swallow me whole. Oh, how I’m breaking down.

I really want to go to sleep but I’m waiting for my nails to dry and at at the same time thinking about how it felt to kiss you. I miss it. I miss you. I’m sick of talking about you on here. I’m sick of comparing your kisses to everyone else. I don’t know. I just feel very uneasy right now. There’s too much on my mind.

"But what I wanted to say is this: After the period of melancholy is over you will be stronger than before, you will recover your health, and you will find the scenery round you so beautiful, that you will want nothing but paint."
— Vincent van Gogh (via amarling)

fleurling:

(by Matías.M)

foreveragoforemma:

Amsterdam is perfect

smoke-stungeyes:

I guess California is kind of pretty.

"I must have flowers, always & always."
— Claude Monet (via cattedrali)
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