Monday / 41 notes / reblog
wairm:

can i wait?
Monday / 168,209 notes / reblog
aizea:

Elinor Carucci
Friday / 33,099 notes / reblog
Wednesday / 249,727 notes / reblog
People get drunk.
They kiss the wrong person.
And pretend to be okay.
People will do anything
to distract their heart.
They will do anything to
distract it from
missing someone.
Saturday / 241,589 notes / reblog
Saturday / 74,440 notes / reblog
"I love you" doesn’t mean a fucking thing if you spit it down the throat of every girl who makes you feel less dead
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I have nature and art and poetry, and if that is not enough, what is?
Vincent van Gogh (via wanduring)

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We all have the potential to fall in love a thousand times in our lifetime. It’s easy. The first girl I ever loved was someone I knew in sixth grade. Her name was Missy; we talked about horses. The last girl I love will be someone I haven’t even met yet, probably. They all count. But there are certain people you love who do something else; they define how you classify what love is supposed to feel like. These are the most important people in your life, and you’ll meet maybe four or five of these people over the span of 80 years. But there’s still one more tier to all this; there is always one person you love who becomes that definition. It usually happens retrospectively, but it happens eventually. This is the person who unknowingly sets the template for what you will always love about other people, even if some of these loveable qualities are self-destructive and unreasonable. The person who defines your understanding of love is not inherently different than anyone else, and they’re often just the person you happen to meet the first time you really, really, want to love someone. But that person still wins. They win, and you lose. Because for the rest of your life, they will control how you feel about everyone else.
Chuck Klosterman, Killing Yourself to Live: 85% of a True Story (via larmoyante)

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Friday / 68,320 notes / reblog
Thursday / 12,135 notes / reblog
excdus:

Landing/Grounding, 2011
Sarah Awad
Thursday / 30,594 notes / reblog
Stop acting so small. You are the universe in ecstatic motion.
Rumi  (via wanduring)

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I only want this with you.
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