Youth by Daughter
I think about you. But I don’t say it anymore. Marguerite Duras, from Hiroshima, Mon Amour (via weepling)
My brain hums with scraps of poetry and madness. Virginia Woolf (via de-licacy)
I should have loved myself with the love I gave to you.
11 word story (via hazzzzel)
benasty: You have really nice thighs :)
Thank you lol