Somedays When You See Me With A Cigarette Smiling At The Ground, Know, I Am Fantasising About Having

Somedays when you see me with a cigarette smiling at the ground, know, I am fantasising about having a content life. The one where my kitchen smells like pasta and coffee, the one where my home has big windows with the ray catchers, the one where my room always smells like books, the one where my cat mews to wake me up instead of my alarm, the one where my lover kisses my shoulder and hugs me often.

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M.S. (via coffee-crinkled-pages)

i ache for the idea of it

— Fyodor Dostoevsky; Letter to his brother 9th August 1838

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