Each morning I get up, I die a little.

AROL'S YRAM.

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celestialfolk:

older relative: so, do you have a boyfriend yet?

me: *vanishes mysteriously into the light of the morning sun, humming an ancient song only the most fragrant flowers can remember*

(via myarmsareridiculous)

caskett:

OH. MY GOSH I don’t know why but this made me laugh so loud

caskett:

OH. MY GOSH
I don’t know why but this made me laugh so loud

(via u-lil-merde)

Falling asleep in the arms of someone who you adore is life changing

—it changed my life (via nhude)

(via childofthesoph)

This is the chemical formula for love:

C8H11NO2+C10H12N2O+C43H66N12O12S2
dopamine, seratonin, oxytocin.

It can be easily manufactured in a lab, but overdosing on any of them can cause schizophrenia, extreme paranoia, and insanity.

Let that sink in.

—Unknown (via infiltration)

(Source: misschelly19, via childofthesoph)