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Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

roma★

Andulka
macklin celebrini has autism

titsay

Kaledo Art
Monterey Bay Aquarium
cherry valley forever

#extradirty
NASA
Show & Tell

Origami Around

shark vs the universe

Janaina Medeiros
we're not kids anymore.
KIROKAZE

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@orellanakath98
Without pain, how could we know joy?’ This is an old argument in the field of thinking about suffering and its stupidity and lack of sophistication could be plumbed for centuries but suffice it to say that the existence of broccoli does not, in any way, affect the taste of chocolate.
John Green, The Fault in Our Stars (via feellng)
{ midsummer starry nights }
“People are more than just the way they look.”
Madeleine L’Engle, A Wrinkle in Time (via wordsnquotes)
That awkward moment when you’re trying to kill people but your sister wants help with her math homework.
i’m bored ok
What is the point of being alive if you don’t at least try to do something remarkable?
John Green, An Abundance of Katherines (via feellng)
Learn to let go.
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Some tourists think Amsterdam is a city of sin, but in truth it is a city of freedom. And in freedom, most people find sin.
John Green, The Fault in Our Stars (via feellng)
May I see you again?” he asked. There was an endearing nervousness in his voice. I smiled. “Sure.” "Tomorrow?" he asked. "Patience, grasshopper," I counseled. "You don’t want to seem overeager. "Right, that’s why I said tomorrow," he said. "I want to see you again tonight. But I’m willing to wait all night and much of tomorrow." I rolled my eyes. "I’m serious," he said. "You don’t even know me," I said. I grabbed the book from the center console. "How about I call you when I finish this?" "But you don’t even have my phone number," he said. "I strongly suspect you wrote it in this book." He broke out into that goofy smile. “And you say we don’t know each other.
John Green, The Fault in Our Stars (via feellng)
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Cuando la música romántica empieza a tener sentido, es porque ya estas jodido.
(via mi-mundo-entre-libros)