Photos that capture now.
The fresh smell of coffee soon wafted through the apartment, the smell that separates night from day.
Haruki Murakami, Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage (via elenamjacobs)
hitrecord:

“bear with me”
delta-breezes:

Eva Kosmos Flores

food52:

There’s no need to share thanks to these individual tarts. Nectarine Tart with Rye-Cornmeal Crust via The Sprouted Kitchen

O M G

gameraboy:

This is 100% accurate.

Peanuts, Jan 31, 1951

I might love you in a novel way, but I’ll love you; true story.
My heart is a book you can find in the creative, non-fiction section.
ewitty. (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
I crave touch, yet I flinch every time someone is close enough.
I have become rather fearful I suppose.  (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)