somnio;
Benedicte. 17. dreamer. dedicated. hopeless romantic. thankful.
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"I was sixteen, laying on my bedroom floor, choking on your goodbye and cigarette smoke with the 98 degree weather burning tears into my cheeks, screaming for my mother because I figured this was it, I was going to die without you because if I couldn’t wake up and see you sleepily mumbling my name into my hair I didn’t want to wake up at all.
I was seventeen, shaky breath, shaky knees, tired lungs and wet hair but I wasn’t drowning like last summer"
-I thought I couldn’t live without you but you were nothing more than a good morning text and someone to pass out next to  (via extrasad)

July 24th / 9,006 notes

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Your tongue created sensations within my mouth larger than chocolate ever could have, and that said something.

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I think the second I felt your fingers down my spine,
Light as your eyelashes fluttering against my cheek
Like butterfly wings,
And our lips was so close
Our lungs breathed the same air,
Was the moment I lost.

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"But someday I’m going to find somebody and love him and love him and never let him go."
-F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender Is the Night  (via barbieandken)

July 21st / 18,444 notes

"we are all
museums of fear."
-Charles Bukowski, from Poem for Nobody (via weissewiese)

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