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Sunrise reflections at Swiftcurrent Lake
How someone reacts to your sadness says a lot about how long they’re going to be in your life.
S.Z. // Vodka thoughts #15 (via blossomfully)
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My only relief is to sleep. When I’m sleeping, I’m not sad, I’m not angry, I’m not lonely, I’m nothing.
Medoff, Jillian. Hunger Point. (via bled)
- Purple Love -
I hope you meet someone who wants to experience you and not just see you by their eyes. Someone who doesn’t only want to have sex with you but moves their fingers over your body like trying to find a city on a world map and mark their favourite destinations. Someone who wants to experience you like a masterpiece. Whenever we observe a masterpiece we get the urge to touch it and most of the time we do, involuntarily, because it’s so perfect that we not only want to see it with our eyes and forget it’s details later on because I read somewhere that every time you recall a memory your brain edits it bit by bit so we long to experience it so that each part which contributes to it’s perfection stays with us afterall how scary it would be to forget how perfect you felt. So I hope someone experiences you like a summer breeze stroking your hair, like the warmth of bonfire on a chilly winter night, like the taste of that traditional homemade dish by a mother for her children who’s taste forever lingers in their mouth. I hope you find someone who justifies in treating you like the perfect art you are.
James Boyle (via lazypacific)
at this time last year i was a mess and i feel like a mess again
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It’s hard when you constantly feel so fucking unwanted.
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They hold us down with anchors.