Moominnie11 - Min

i think love is when i put myself to bed even when im tired, and i carry myself up the stairs even though my knees ache. and i think love is when i buy myself a coffee when im broke, and i know that ill get myself back later. and i think love is letting myself love someone, even though i am so scared. love is a heavy thing that carries you as much as you carry it.

nothing to add to this you said it all..

also a poem from the new, unreleased collection. very possibly my own all-time favourite.

Why is tumblr not letting me post images :(

and all i loved, i loved alone

— Vladimir Nabokov, Letters to Vera

Maria Gray, from “Bad Nostalgia”

born to be an abstract concept, forced to be a percievable entity