I do not desire mediocre love. I want to drown in someone.
but dreams don’t mean a thing because you loved me in my sleep and when I saw you two days later you looked at me like you were never mine
- My mother told me that when you dream about someone they feel it too but you’re so cold you couldn’t feel my heart breaking in your hands (via extrasad)
With such a hell in your heart and your head, how can you live? How can you love?
- Fyodor Dostoevsky, from The Brothers Karamazov (via asimetricna-vagina)
I love traveling, a lot. it’s like “memorymaking”, isn’t it? you only have to pick a place, a date and go, make one more memory out there.