oeias:

we reblog the clothes we think we deserve

ancelission:

what if all books had different scents and there were perfumes of each book and one day you passed by a person that smells like your favourite book and you were like AAAAAAY

was i high

ancelission:

what if all books had different scents and there were perfumes of each book and one day you passed by a person that smells like your favourite book and you were like AAAAAAY

what if all books had different scents and there were perfumes of each book and one day you passed by a person that smells like your favourite book and you were like AAAAAAY

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My mouth hasn’t shut up about you since you kissed it.

The idea that you may kiss it again is stuck in my brain, which hasn’t stopped thinking about you since well before any kiss.

And now the prospect of those kisses seems to wind me like when you slip on the stairs and one of the steps hits you in the middle of the back.

The notion of them continuing for what is traditionally terrifying forever excites me to an unfamiliar degree.

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— Alex Turner (love letter to Alexa Chung)

unbeliefs:

do you ever get sad bc you aren’t rich and famous