“None but ourselves can free our minds.”

Κάποιος να μου δανείσει ένα καλό μικρό κασετόφωνο, 
να θυμηθώ τη φωνή μου. 
Mε θυμάσαι; 
Κατερίνα με λένε.
- Κατερίνα Γώγου

The problem is,” he said as he leaned in, “if I kissed you, I don’t think I’d be able to stop.

Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #10 (via blossomfully)

(via malevittus)



Naked embrace is such a beautiful thing I love the feeling of her body as I cuddle her against me, and you know she’s a little colder than usual, so you hold her even tighter. This is pure intimacy.

I’m self-sufficient. I spend a lot of time on my own and I shut off quite easily. When I communicate, I communicate 900 per cent, then I shut off, which scares people sometimes.

Bjork on ‘Self-Sufficiency’ (via 090108)

(Source: psych-facts, via artfucker1996)

I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.

Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis (via larmoyante)

(via malevittus)

Do not call me perfect,

a lie is never a compliment.

Call me an erratic

damaged and

insecure mess.

Then tell me that you

love me for it.

Beau Taplin || You’re a fucking wreck and I love you for it. (via wascabar)

(Source: afadthatlastsforever, via malevittus)

And suddenly, we were strangers again.

Six Word Story  (via hefuckin)

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