What shall I call you, when my lips receive the flaming ruby of yours,
and our souls fuse in the fire of the kiss like night and day in dawn, and I can no longer see the world, no longer see time, and I drown in mysterious transports of eternity - what shall I call you?

Sándor Petőfi (via seabois)

(via seabois)

You want the sweetness of our beginning without the bitterness of our struggle - what are you asking - do you want light without shadow?

John Geddes (via seabois)

(via seabois)

aw I seriously have the best friends in the entire world ♡♡♡

If you're going home where were you?

Canada (where I live), but I don’t consider it my home as much as I consider England my home! (where I was born)

And I realized you could like something and not like it at the same time. Not like loving unconditionally; that’s an act of desperation. This was different, like respecting somebody for being a mess because you’re a mess too.

George Lass, Dead Like Me (via seabois)

(via seabois)

You can be lonely even when you are loved by many people, since you are still not anybody’s one and only.

Anne Frank, The Diary of a Young Girl (via seabois)

(via seabois)

lighthousetowers:

ben howard - oats in the water

and hold your gaze,there’s coke in the midas touch,a joke in the way that we rustand breathe againand you’ll find lossand you’ll fear what you’ve found

lighthousetowers:

ben howard - oats in the water

and hold your gaze,
there’s coke in the midas touch,
a joke in the way that we rust
and breathe again

and you’ll find loss
and you’ll fear what you’ve found