Take me to your trees. Take me to your breakfasts, your sunsets, your bad dreams, your shoes, your nouns. Take me to your fingers.
Margaret Atwood, Good Bones  (via beautyisinallthingss)

(Source: liquidlightandrunningtrees)

Your naked body should only belong to those who fall in love with your naked soul.
Charlie Chaplin in a letter to his daughter, Geraldine (via thoughtsfromnora)

(Source: goldveil)

catbrambles:

Petition for a Heartthrob Demo album bc I’m still not over Home Recordings and it’s been almost a century


nhmcelroy:

Nich Hance McElroy

Reykjavik and the White River, September 2011