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DEAR READER
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Andulka
One Nice Bug Per Day
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YOU ARE THE REASON
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$LAYYYTER
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@bre-ak-reality
How do you mourn the death of the living? Where do you place headstones of unfulfilled dreams; and is there anyone out there weeping for all the life diminished within a person? Are there graves for all the hope we have lost; candles lit and sermons said in memory of our happier selves; eulogies written for all the people living as they were already dead? Is there a heaven for those already in hell.
Eliot Knight (via eli0tknight)
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//Yesterday does not define you//
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I loved you in a way I wished someone would love me.
Mahmdou Darwish (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
i crave your affection and no i donât mean sex what i really mean is i crave your arms wrapped so tightly around me i crave your kisses gently leaving imprints on my body i crave your touch sending shivers down my spine i just always crave to have you right beside me
reblog if you miss that somebody (via ashleymacleanblog)
No words can describe how excruciating it feels to be perfectly fine one minute, but then be drowning in your own thoughts the next.
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There are a million ways to be tired and Iâve learned them all. Sometimes life ties a boulder to your waist and asks you to run. Sometimes you are the boulder. And sometimes you just donât run.
-D.K. (via doekent)
I cannot help all this love inside me, and all this sadness. All this love and all this sadness; such bittersweet melancholic nostalgic existence of mine, just love and sadness.
Eliot Knight (via eli0tknight)
âtexts between the paintings and the eyesâ series // âthe end of all thingsâ, maximilian pirner x âferal ave mariasâ, l.e.e.
