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almost home
occasionally subtle
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

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Monterey Bay Aquarium
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YOU ARE THE REASON

Product Placement
Peter Solarz

if i look back, i am lost
NASA

#extradirty
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸

Janaina Medeiros
DEAR READER
Keni

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La Belle Dame Sans Merci, by Marc Fishman.
Tibre, Rome.
Fractus adjective | broken; in a state of having been broken
blood stains land, tears fall, gods silent. the sea and the stars whisper their last goodbyes as you close your eyes forever
their songs forever echo into eternity (s.r)
You may be an animal, but I am a monster. And I am much more terrifying than you can ever imagine.
Cyrus Beene
Scandal
(via
justsomegirlyouusedtoknow
)
my love for you will always be like a mountain stream. quiet. persistent. continuous.
Sanober Khan (via house-under-a-rock)
I need to fuck. No, not have sex, not “make love.” Fuck. I need your teeth on my skin, I need your nails on my back. Make it rough. Take all your anger on me. Pull my hair, wrap your hand around my throat. Move me around. Control me. Let me control you. Make it last. Leave marks, I want to know you were really there, that it really happened.
i just need to feel something
you lost yourself on a cold winter night. your knees told stories of forgotten battles, countless streams of get up get up get up don’t give in don’t let them win do not fall just keep going no matter what - stories of hopeless dreams and shattered expectations your jagged nails scraped your face raw like the daggers that were edged into your chest but you were iron. iron was never supposed to feel pain your mind was a battlefield, your thoughts gunshots fired from friendly positions was this what you had been fighting for? you were an organism at war with itself. defeated. doomed. once upon a time, you longed to be a hero oh but love, how heroes fall.
// s.z (via sprsoldier)
I am someone who did not die when I should have died.
Anne Carson, from Grief Lessons: Four Plays by Euripides (via welkerose)
Nothing’s the matter; I promise. Come now, give me your hand. Let’s go.
the weeknd, tears in the rain