It begins and ends and begins again.

You know that moment when you’re reading a book and you just have to stop and bite your lip and squeal or sigh or close your eyes and wrinkle your nose and forehead and press the book against your heart and just like sit there and try to soak up the gorgeous literature via osmosis?

That’s my favorite part of reading. 

(Source: tommyshawsboots, via takeawaymyanxiety)

Any time I see Francisco Lachowski on my blog, I am determined to reblog it.
Because if I don’t see his face I’m convinced I’ll die.

Any time I see Francisco Lachowski on my blog, I am determined to reblog it.

Because if I don’t see his face I’m convinced I’ll die.

(Source: du-st, via blissfulirrelevance)