Why people ask me shit like “how was work?” or “how is school?” like work is work, school is school, I would rather be on a yacht right now while gettin some dick but here I am
She run’s wild and free. She’s a wanderer, a care-free spirit. She lives by the light of the sun and loves by the light of the moon.
— (via lucasta)
His body smelled like a precious-wood forest; his hair, like sandalwood, his skin, like cedar. It was as if he had always lived among trees and plants.
— Anaïs Nin (via feellng)