hallo.

52hearts:

cuddled up in bed at night between blankets and sheets, on a coffee date at the cafe around the corner, sitting at a park bench underneath the shade of a tree, a book can be your perfect companion as it has the power to soothe you with its enticing words and descriptive phrases, poetic stanzas and…

My Future Wedding. Ooh Yeah.

And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter — they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.

—Sylvia Plath (via rosettes)

(Source: disulfide, via thelonelylonely)

You belong among the wildflowers
You belong in a boat out at sea
You belong with your love on your arm
You belong somewhere you feel free.

— Tom Petty