Apr 19, 2014
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Hearts are wild creatures, that’s why our ribs are cages.
Unknown (via fuckinq)

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Mar 25, 2014
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mafyia:

One of my favourites.

mafyia:

One of my favourites.

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Mar 22, 2014
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Mar 5, 2014
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Jan 29, 2014
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fuckingannesophie:




text reads: this doesn’t compare to the feel of your skin

Whoa

always loved this


so beautiful

fuckingannesophie:

text reads: this doesn’t compare to the feel of your skin

Whoa

always loved this

so beautiful

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Jan 27, 2014
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Jan 26, 2014
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You are my 3 AM thoughts.
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Jan 26, 2014
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Jan 25, 2014
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calabozos:


And if i don’t meet you no more …”. FIAC 2012, Paris

omg

calabozos:

And if i don’t meet you no more …”. FIAC 2012, Paris

omg

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Jan 23, 2014
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Jan 6, 2014
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I should have kissed you longer.
six word story (via 69honeybeez1)

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Jan 4, 2014
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tyvarr:

“We’re not even two people. Even before we met, we were just these two halves, walking around with big gaping holes in the shape like the other person. And when we found each other we were finally whole. And then it was as if we couldn’t stand being happy so we ripped ourselves in half again. ” Sylvia (2003)

tyvarr:

We’re not even two people. Even before we met, we were just these two halves, walking around with big gaping holes in the shape like the other person. And when we found each other we were finally whole. And then it was as if we couldn’t stand being happy so we ripped ourselves in half again. ” Sylvia (2003)

Dec 28, 2013
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whitepaperquotes:

Losing You
"The hardest part of love will always be the aftershock. The beginning is tough, the middle is worse, but the end is unbearable, because even if you swear to hate the person you’re trying to get over, you’re still trying to get over them. And it isn’t just a one-time thing. It happens over and over and over, and you feel like nothing will ever be able to prevent the pain from being felt. And why? Because of memories. All the little things. The tiny pieces of what made you fall for that person in the first place all come together and it almost smothers you, because you can’t forget them, no matter how hard you try. Facial expressions, smells, places, songs. A kaleidoscope of what once was but is no longer there. And dealing with that and having to go through the same process day after day is completely exhausting because not only do you have to remember it, but you have to accept that you won’t ever get any of that stuff back. That smell will always just be a smell, not something against your skin as you curl up and sleep. That person in the photograph will always just be in the photograph. Those songs and movies and places are all just things now, holding a faint connection to a fading face. But you’re losing it. And you’re losing it again." 
Written/submitted by a-skeleton-truth
Thank you.

whitepaperquotes:

Losing You

"The hardest part of love will always be the aftershock. The beginning is tough, the middle is worse, but the end is unbearable, because even if you swear to hate the person you’re trying to get over, you’re still trying to get over them. And it isn’t just a one-time thing. It happens over and over and over, and you feel like nothing will ever be able to prevent the pain from being felt. And why? Because of memories. All the little things. The tiny pieces of what made you fall for that person in the first place all come together and it almost smothers you, because you can’t forget them, no matter how hard you try. Facial expressions, smells, places, songs. A kaleidoscope of what once was but is no longer there. And dealing with that and having to go through the same process day after day is completely exhausting because not only do you have to remember it, but you have to accept that you won’t ever get any of that stuff back. That smell will always just be a smell, not something against your skin as you curl up and sleep. That person in the photograph will always just be in the photograph. Those songs and movies and places are all just things now, holding a faint connection to a fading face. But you’re losing it. And you’re losing it again."

Written/submitted by a-skeleton-truth

Thank you.

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