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Andulka

@theartofmadeline
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

Love Begins
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

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Origami Around
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@classicgrxnge
I would die if someone looked at me like this
What he didn’t know, is that when I met him I was completely broken. What he didn’t know, is that from the day I met him, life didn’t seem so hard to get through. What he didn’t know, is that he fixed me, at least temporarily. What he didn’t know, is that I would have held his hand and followed him up to the moon if he’d asked. What he didn’t know, is that the time I spent with him, whether we were comfortably lying in his bed or freezing on the street at 2 am, was the most beautiful time of my life. What he didn’t know, is that I’d never, ever felt as happy in my whole existence as I did when he held me in his arms. He never knew. But I don’t regret not telling him, because I know he would have left anyway.
Things I never said (via love-sex-n-cigarettes)
Good girl.
I am eternally, devastatingly romantic, and I thought people would see it because ‘romantic’ doesn’t mean 'sugary.’ It’s dark and tormented — the furor of passion, the despair of an idealism that you can’t attain.
Catherine Breillat (via fuckyeahwomenfilmdirectors)
When will you understand? I want you on your good days and on your bad. I want you on the days where you can’t make yourself get out of bed. I want you on the days where you are dancing around the house in your underwear. I want you on the days where you make me want to rip my hair out and on the days where my cheeks hurt from smiling so much. It’s you. I want you. Whatever life throws at us I want you. I will always want you.
(via teenagecrush)
OH MY GOD THE 1975 ARE EVERYTHING TO ME
I don’t at all mind being a nerveless gutless whining pudding, to you; am without shame. People suffer from loneliness, I suffer from loneliness; and this strikes me as weird. Being lonely is as natural and inevitable as having lungs, liver, lights. There is a brief lovely odd period of youth, when one moves in a herd of like-minded energetic hopeful young animals – that’s the only non-lonely period in life. What one can hope for, afterwards, is a very very few people in the world to whom one can talk. You’re one of my very few.
Martha Gellhorn, from Selected Letters (via violentwavesofemotion)
“The human body is the best work of art.”
Jess C. Scott (via letslovegreentea)
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