cadoized:

frogparty:

the real question is how the fuck did persephone only manage to eat 6 pomegranate seeds. theyre like the fucking cocaine of fruit you cant eat just 6 singular seeds you have to pop handfuls upon handfuls into ur mouth at rapid speeds and then get sad cause you spent half an hour getting them out of the pomegranate and ate all of them in 5 minutes

arabwife:

me: *is overwhelmed by things i absolutely have the time to do*

uptional:

“I like how sleeping next to someone means more than sex sometimes, the body’s way of saying ‘I trust you to be by my side at my most vulnerable time,’ you have no defenses when you are asleep, you tell no lies”

— Eric Shaw (via perrfectly)

horreurscopes:

“One day you will wake up and everything, the stones by the driveway, the brick houses, each brick, each leaf of each tree, your own body, will be glowing from within, lit up, so bright you can hardly look. You will reach out in any direction and you will touch the light itself.”

— Margaret Atwood, from Murder in the Dark: Stories; “Instructions for the Third Eye,” (via sleepyeyedgirl)

(Source: violentwavesofemotion)