we're not kids anymore.

titsay
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KIROKAZE

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Andulka

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tannertan36

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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Claire Keane
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Xuebing Du
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Kaledo Art

roma★
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

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@littlesheperd
And when it was all done and over, he said that he only ever regretted things that were within his control, and that he could never regret loving her. Because loving her was well out of his control, no matter what, no matter when, he would’ve loved her sometime. He was just lucky she came around so early in his life. And if he was given another chance, a chance to love someone that wasn’t her, he said he’d still love her, time and time again, even if it broke his heart every damn time.
On Lov(s)ing Her. |(Morsus Engel)| (via actuates)
“Non esiste il tradito, il traditore, il giusto e l’empio, esiste l’amore finché dura e la città finché non crolla.”
Erri De Luca ( via creatura-ostinata)
You are so brave and quiet I forget you are suffering.
Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms (via wordsnquotes)
…..so when are we gonna stop acting like terrorist attacks only happen in western countries
E io Non ti chiedo la luna. Non devi costantemente tenermi per mano. Non scrivermi tutti i giorni se non hai voglia. Non devi per forza darmi delle risposte, ormai vanno bene anche le incertezze. Non sono viziata, mi accontento. Però resta, da sola non so starci. Solo questo.
“Io te vurria vasà – sospira la canzone, ma prima e più di questo io ti vorrei bastare come la gola al canto e come il coltello al pane come la fede al santo io ti vorrei bastare. E nessun altro abbraccio potessi tu cercare in nessun altro odore addormentare, io ti vorrei bastare. Io te vurria vasà – insiste la canzone, ma un po’ meno di questo io ti vorrei mancare, più del fiato in salita, più di neve a Natale, più di benda su ferita, più di farina e sale. E nessun altro abbraccio potessi tu cercare in nessun altro odore addormentare. Io ti vorrei bastare.”
Erri de Luca
More love please.
Someone thinks about you before they go to bed
the devil and how he’s gonna fuck up my day when he wakes up