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still the cutest shit
Distance are just figures; spaces filled with divisions and barriers, but I’m still looking at the same moon, you are looking up to. And maybe, if I trace the stars from the south, I’ll end up finding your home. Maybe, if I cut the trees, move the mountains, drain down the ocean, puzzle together the lands, I will meet you. — I want to meet you but distance Is not about the miles and field full of distractions which break my eyes off from where you are. The sky is filled with constellations and broken fading lines, I might get lost finding your path. I should start feeling the beat of my heart rather than —being catastrophic to things that will never really pull me from where you are now. Because the distance you created, is something not even our religion could break, or diversity of our taste, from songs to dishes, to our favorite hiding places. —Nothing about physical things, or worlds, or words. But a wind touching me while I don’t see it. Something real that I can’t really hold. Like wandering in a void with my senses becoming useless and I know where I will go, still, my feet are stepping forward to where the danger is. This space, is not really a number. It’s always been ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴇʟᴛ about me.
(via artyprose)
I think love is being treated like you matter without even asking. It doesn’t matter if it started as sexual attraction. The moment someone loves you, their touch becomes more delicate and their voices sweeter. They look at you in awe and you become fragile in their eyes. They think of you but they don’t focus on your defects, there’s no such thing as a mistake in your creation. I just want that kind of love. That love which has me permanently naked, like an open book. One in which I don’t need to explain what’s wrong, they just sense it and care about how it makes me feel even if they can’t fix it. I don’t know, I just want a love so raw that it scares you how free you’re becoming. Maybe these are just illiterate thoughts without any meaning or destination. Thoughts that will get lost in the multitude, just like me…
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“We’re all pretty bizarre. Some of us are just better at hiding it, that’s all.”
The Breakfast Club (1985) dir. John Hughes
I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of stars makes me dream.
Vincent van Gogh (via katievareyart)
You smelled like desire, but tasted like regret
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You’ll meet her, she’s very pretty, even though sometimes she’s sad for many days at a time. You’ll see, when she smiles, you’ll love her.
Pan’s Labyrinth, Dir. Guillermo del Toro (via wordsnquotes)
YES!!!!!!!!! I FOUND IT< Funniest vid EVER
Yoooo..lol
lmfaoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo why did i laugh so loud
LMFAO “causeee im a gummiee bearrrr” ♩ ♪ ♫ ♬ .
I almost peed on myself omfg😭😭💀💀💀
I think about this video so much
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