It feels good to think about you when I’m warm in bed. I feel as if you’re curled up there beside me, fast asleep. And I think how great it would be if it were true. Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via likebookends)
Can you see me? All of me? Probably not. No one ever really has. Jeffrey Eugenides (via hellanne)
wildbelles: more like this here x
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