will i ever get tired of longing for the things that break my heart?
Kai Masa (via wordsnquotes)
Misplaced Lens Cap
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One Nice Bug Per Day
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
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Today's Document
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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DEAR READER

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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

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will i ever get tired of longing for the things that break my heart?
Kai Masa (via wordsnquotes)
You are the book I’m learning how to read.
Francesca Garcia (via wordsnquotes)
Virginia Woolf’s writing table
Photographer: Gisèle Freund (French, 1912–2000)
Gelatin silver print
1929
The Big Lebowski (1998)
I am practicing being kind over being right.
Silver Linings Playbook (2012), Dir. David O. Russell (via wnq-movies)
The flower doesn’t dream of the bee. It blossoms and the bee comes.
Mark Nepo (via kushandwizdom)
“…Trump’s star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame was destroyed early Wednesday morning in what looks to be a Tinseltown first.”
Blessed Image
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If colours were feelings you would make me feel yellow, like the summer sun shining down, like soft petals on fresh flowers, like the beauty that pours out of your glowing eyes each time your face curves up into a grin. And suddenly, yellow is my favourite colour.
inked-universe (via wordsnquotes)
supercalifraglisticexistentialcrisis
Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena
Run your fingers through my hair while I lay on your chest listening to your heartbeat