Healing my heartache with traditional Bosnian honey rakija I got from my love dahliafyodorovna, wearing the traditional knitted Bosnian socks as well. I will survive as long as I have friends like this :P

unppluggedd:

I wanna be adored // the stone roses.

(via sourrpuss)

"It is the fear of a mourning which has already occurred, at the very origin of love, from the moment when I was first “ravished.” Someone would have to be able to tell me: “Don’t be anxious anymore — you’ve already lost him/her.”"

Roland Barthes, “A Lover’s Discourse: Fragments” (via ontheedgeofdarkness)

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