...or Maybe, Everything Will Work Out In The End.

...or maybe, everything will work out in the end.

“art probably wouldn’t exist in the way that it does if the world was perfect”

— peyton fulford (via peytonfulford)

Why is there no opposite word of loneliness?

Could it be because people, until they die, have no moments of not being lonely?

외로움의 반대말은 왜 없을까

사람은 죽을 때까지 안 외로울 때가 없어서일지 몰라

—RM, Life

subtle intimacy is so soft!! knowing someone’s routine and slowly becoming a part of it. memorising favourite teas and soups and drink orders. good morning and good night texts and messy paragraphs of love written half asleep. nicknames only you know. just!!! small things that say “look how dear you are to me.”

My heart belongs to the moon

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