She burned too bright for this world.
|—||Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights (via feellng)|
Don’t live the same year 75 times and call it a life.
|—||Robin Sharma (via laughing-treees)|
Christmas list: Acne in my wardrobe, not on my face
*rides into battle on a gym class butt scooter*
Hearts are wild creatures, that’s why our ribs are cages.
|—||Unknown (via bl-ossomed)|
If I had a flower for every time I thought of you…I could walk through my garden forever.
|—||Alfred Tennyson (via feellng)|