reblog if your vagina glows in the dark

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satansbitontheside:

I want them all
vulliod:

Gustav Klimt, Death and Life, 1910
assified:

sighings:

untitled

everything you’ve ever wanted
All through the dark the wind looks for the grief it belongs to.
written by W.S. Merwin, Night Wind (via rabbitinthemoon)
letteratura-litterature:

Virginia Woolf’s suicide letter to her husband Leonard (March 28, 1941)
 Dearest,
I feel certain I am going mad again. I feel we can’t go through another of those terrible times. And I shan’t recover this time. I begin to hear voices, and I can’t concentrate. So I am doing what seems the best thing to do. You have given me the greatest possible happiness. You have been in every way all that anyone could be. I don’t think two people could have been happier till this terrible disease came. I can’t fight any longer. I know that I am spoiling your life, that without me you could work. And you will I know. You see I can’t even write this properly. I can’t read. What I want to say is I owe all the happiness of my life to you. You have been entirely patient with me and incredibly good. I want to say that — everybody knows it. If anybody could have saved me it would have been you. Everything has gone from me but the certainty of your goodness. I can’t go on spoiling your life any longer.
I don’t think two people could have been happier than we have been.

do you ever just

stare into space and be like

oh my god i have no idea what my actual personality is

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