Grin. ).

emerald creek

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i think i love it here. ).

Warm September morning

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guys, yesterday in my so-called virtual diary i wrote an extremely spontaneous and emotional thought. “like i don’t belong anywhere. it feels like this all the time”. and here it is. the answer of the fkn tumblr post appearing out of nowhere. do i still have a need to share my feelings with actual people or what?

That is part of the beauty of all literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you're not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong.

~ F. Scott Fitzgerald

Finding old music you used to love is like getting back in touch with an old friend.

I honestly feel that working in a little old bookstore would solve all of my problems.

Network (1976) dir. by Sidney Lumet

i want to be mysterious but like in a cute way. i want people to know i’m kind and gentle, but at the same time i want to wear a long black coat and want people to look at me and whisper to each other “nobody knows anything about this woman. she lives alone and doesn’t talk much. stay away from her” but then mothers would bring their sick children to me so i could heal them with my mysterious cryptic healing powers because i am the witch of the town.

"my darling, you will never be unloved by me you are too well tangled in my soul"

— Atticus

я обожнюю книги. книжки. книжечки. книжочки. книжечечки.

це єдине, до чого я не байдужа