Australs - # AUSTRAL SOUL .

and i’ll kiss every scar on your body & soul to remind you that love doesn’t have to hurt.

one day you think: I want to die. and then you think, very quietly: actually. actually. I think I want a coffee. a nap. a sandwich. a book. and I want to die turns day by day into want to go home, I want to walk in the woods, I want to see my friend, I want to sit in the sun, I want a cleaner kitchen, I want a better job, I want to live somewhere else. I want to live.

- via duckbunny

I have been drawing leaves for hours

The Borgias | 3.01 - "The Face of Death"

“Books are letters in bottles, cast into the waves of time, from one person trying to save the world to another”

— Amal El-Mohtar, This Is How You Lose the Time War

I remember eating moldy strawberries on the porch with you. You picked the fuzzy ones up between your yellow fingers and you ate them for me. Why did you smoke so much? You taught me how to play chess, with those hands. Did it mean anything to you? My young hand in your leathered palm. It didn't to me. I remember you telling me it was good for me; the mold.

i deserve a kiss. perhaps several, even

Jodi Picoult, My Sister's Keeper

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