[pandaalism-blog]

[narrowlake]

You gave me living back. I was just surviving, and then I met you.

Andy Brown (Everwood)

[violationofvolition]

[warmbag]

[onemystery-blog]

[connotativewords]

You should always know I wish for your happiness even without me.

Haiku on the sad truth  (via littlemiss)

[multicolors]

Alison Gamm - Versailles, 2012

[multicolors]

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[larmoyante]

And it isn’t that I’m so unhappy I don’t want to live anymore. That’s not what it feels like. It feels more like I’m tired and bored and the party’s gone on too long and I want to go home. I feel flat and there doesn’t seem to be anything to look forward to, so I’d rather call it a day.

Nick Hornby, About a Boy (via larmoyante)

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[british-v0gue]

[-circa]

[lifeinpoetry]

And we stood like that. The joining of hands is highly underrated in the acts of intimacy. You kiss acquaintances or colleagues, casually to say hello or goodbye. You might even kiss a close friend chastely on the lips. You might quickly hug anyone you know. You might even meet someone at a party, take him home and sleep with him, never to see him or hear from him again. But to join hands and stand holding each other that way, with the electricity of possibilities flowing between you? The tenderness of it, the promise of it, is only something you share with a few people in your life.

Lisa Unger, “Beautiful Lies” (via 33113)

[vansofiaferreir]

[mystic-revelations]

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