(via real)
(via neckkiss)
“the smell of rain and wet trees — the smell of the last days of November.”— Mihail Sebastian, For Two Thousand Years (trans. Philip Ó Ceallaigh)
(via flyinghearted)
(via bloody)
(via neckkiss)
(via mhango)
(via neckkiss)
I want to kiss you in a way that makes you not want to kiss anyone else ever again
(via zungenakrobatik)
(via bloody)
(via narcotic)