(via fairytaleshuttel)
(via fairytaleshuttel)
(Source: pulchramundi, via astral-travel)
I want my room to be an apothecary of random bits of memories framed in glass with little lights hanging between sheets so it twinkles in the darkness and feels like a forest of tapestry. Somewhere you can lay and read old books in forgotten languages and the smell of that night when I was oh so in love slips through the air like smoke.
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(Source: fernsandmoss)
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