“One of the best feelings in the world is when you hug the person you love, and they hug you tighter.”
— unknown author (via naturaekos)
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❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
Misplaced Lens Cap
Peter Solarz
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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

Origami Around
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

shark vs the universe
trying on a metaphor
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
Jules of Nature

Kaledo Art

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noise dept.
Sade Olutola
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will byers stan first human second

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@amelissanavarro
“One of the best feelings in the world is when you hug the person you love, and they hug you tighter.”
— unknown author (via naturaekos)
“You need a little bit of insanity to do great things.”
— Henry Rollins
Who am I kidding. I wanna be in love. I wanna be loved. I wanna be trusted and cared about.
I truly could be.
“She had blue skin, And so did he. He kept it hid And so did she. They searched for blue Their whole life through, Then passed right by- And never knew.”
— Shel Silverstein, “Every Thing on It,” Where the Sidewalk Ends
How I Met Your Mother - Ted Mosby
-via posttoxic
“How long have you been holding those words in your head, hoping to use them?”
— John Locke (via amargedom)
I saw this on facebook and honestly yeah
ok this has become a somewhat popular post, and I just want to add on because I realise this just says about dating, but it extends to friendships too. just be aware of this and remind the person of their worth, yeah? Even if it’s just a friend and not a partner
more here ♥
“It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the sound I heard when I was 9 and my father slammed the front door so hard behind him I swear to god it shook the whole house. For the next 3 years I watched my mother break her teeth on vodka bottles. I think she stopped breathing when he left. I think part of her died. I think he took her heart with him when he walked out. Her chest is empty, just a shattered mess or cracked ribs and depression pills. It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s all the blood in the sink. It’s the night that I spent 12 hours in the emergency room waiting to see if my sister was going to be okay, after the boy she loved, told her he didn’t love her anymore. It’s the crying, and the fluorescent lights, and white sneakers and pale faces and shaky breaths and blood. So much blood. It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the time that I had to stay up for two days straight with my best friend while she cried and shrieked and threw up on my bedroom floor because her boyfriend fucked his ex. I swear to god she still has tear streaks stained onto her cheeks. I think when you love someone, it never really goes away. It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s the six weeks we had a substitute in English because our teacher was getting divorced and couldn’t handle getting out of bed. When she came back was smiling. But her hands shook so hard when she held her coffee, you could see that something was broken inside. And sometimes when things break, you can’t fix them. Nothing ever goes back to how it was. I got an A in English that year. I think her head was always spinning too hard to read any essays. It’s not that I don’t love you. It’s that I do.”
— It’s not that I don’t love you. (via naturaekos)