Khobnoom

i love you air dried hair i love you no makeup i love you comfortable clothes made out of soft fabrics i love you short nails

“I dream of a love that even time will lie down and be still for.”

— Alice Hoffman, Practical Magic

via  sirenedream

~ Ocean Vuong, On Earth We Are Briefly Gorgeous

The thought of him loving someone else. The thought of him falling in love, of finding a fortress in some other person. The thought of that person getting everything I ever wanted. Loving the only person I ever wanted to love. Getting the chances I’ll never be able to take. Every time I think of him I think of these. And I think of him everyday. I just get this sinking feeling now. And life seems like it’s going nowhere, it seems like it’ll be nothing without him. Like I’ll live the rest of my life wondering, looking for him, feeling like I’m missing something. Like I’ll never be fully, truly happy. Every time I think of him these thoughts kill me, and a part of me dies along with them.

c / how many times can you die inside?

“You can hate a place with all your heart and soul and still be homesick for it.”

— Joseph Mitchell

moving far away to a sunny place.