#A Quiet Life

[mother-lee]

a quiet life

[sunk1sssed]

a quiet life living in a spanish finca 🍊⊹ ࣪ ˖

[shihlun]

Juzo Itami

- A Quiet Life

1995

[cozydaysathome]

Instagram- brittany.morian

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[invisibleletterstoafriend]

pen pal idea

had the sudden urge to start writing email letters to someone

we don't know each other's names, we learn more about each other based on experiences and shared interests alone

please please please and thanks

[journalofanobody]

A Quiet Life

[hansfallada]

my favorite selfies from my summer vacation in paris

[elise-wt]

I want December soo bad

[stoicmike]

A quiet life is the only possible mindful life. -- Michael Lipsey

[mother-lee]

[frozentulip]

[shihlun]

Juzo Itami

- A Quiet Life

1995

[reghollis]

5.49 A Quiet Life

[aikrus]

"I worry sometimes About the ball of pressure that sits center mass in my chest. It humms the tune of electricity, and shakes the same. I worry when it shifts, It feels like a simple rotation could knock me over dead.  I try not to worry.  They say worrying is bad for your health; it’ll eat you whole.  The more I ignore the ball of pressure the denser it becomes, The scarier it is to fall asleep. The less sure I am, I'll wake. I know better than to worry others about the trouble in my ribs. I put it there, they have their own problems to deal with.  Still, when it humms too loud, I can’t help but feel the anxiety nip at my heels. I think I’ll go home for a little while. Maybe I’ll worry less."

-What Makes A Heart? (Where Is Home) Aik.

[in-flvx]

This stupid ass dragon keeps victimizing me. First its weirdly hard to kill, then I can't take the bones and scales bc I already carry too much, and when I come back the sceleton is just gone and it's soul finds me the exact second I'm attacked by something else. And I still can't find the bones

[hansfallada]

"Es wurde mir schnell klar, daß sie zu den Reisefreuden gehören – die Freundschaften ohne weitere Folgen und der kleine, herzzerreißende Abschied."

Simone de Beauvoir, Die Mandarins von Paris