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if i look back, i am lost
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❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
Show & Tell

shark vs the universe
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DEAR READER

pixel skylines
dirt enthusiast
he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
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Stranger Things

Kaledo Art
Mike Driver
trying on a metaphor
Today's Document

oozey mess
seen from United States
seen from Malaysia
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seen from Malaysia
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seen from Malaysia
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@itsaboutlove
…she bloomed in his hands.
Anais Nin, “Little Birds” (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
…and I am out with lanterns, looking for myself.
Dickinson, Emily // The Letters of Emily Dickinson (via thatkindofwoman)
// T H I S M U S T B E M Y D R E A M // L O V E
Pain and suffering are always inevitable for a large intelligence and a deep heart.
Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Crime and Punishment (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)
I can feel this heart inside me and I conclude it exists. I can touch this world and I also conclude that it exists. All my knowledge ends at this point. The rest is hypothesis.
Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus (via hplyrikz)
How does she look? Anxious and unhappy, but very beautiful.
Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities (via wordsnquotes)
You explode in me here and there, now and always; you are causing a brain seizure in my fucking heart. I’ve been so actively lethargic, I am in goddamn literal pain without you.
Ernest Hemingway, from a letter to Martha Gellhorn (via thatkindofwoman)
He loved her, of course, but better than that, he chose her, day after day. Choice: that was the thing.
Sherman Alexie, The Toughest Indian in the World (via wordsnquotes)
bliss // forever halloween
All my life, my heart has yearned for a thing I cannot name.
André Breton, Mad Love (via wordsnquotes)
He loved her, he loved her, and until he’d loved her she had never minded being alone.
Truman Capote, Summer Crossing (via meltlikethis)
Make yourself a priority once in a while. It’s not selfish. It’s necessary.
(via dryyoureyes-startbelieving)
We are all broken, that’s how the light gets in.
Ernest Hemingway (via murmurrs)
But the heart has its own memory and I have forgotten nothing.
Albert Camus, The Fall (via wordsnquotes)