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we're not kids anymore.
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Three Goblin Art

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Untitled by Gregory Crewdson
Chinatown | New York City (by Nacho Coca)
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I’m lonely. And I’m lonely in some horribly deep way and for a flash of an instant, I can see just how lonely, and how deep this feeling runs. And it scares the shit out of me to be this lonely because it seems catastrophic.
(via flame)
You, of all people, deserve a happy ending. Despite everything that happened to you, you aren’t bitter. You aren’t cold. You’ve just retreated a little and been shy, and that’s okay.
Sylvain Reynard, Gabriel’s Inferno (via perrfectly)
I may not ever get my shit together but ain’t nobody gonna love you better than me.
- Don’t leave
I get way too sensitive when I get attached to someone. I can detect the slightest change in the tone of their voice, and suddenly I’m spending all day trying to figure out what I did wrong.
Brandon Stanton, Humans of New York (via wordsnquotes)
“Dad duel wielding a cigarette and a massive joint in the audience of The Who, 1982.”
You get a strange feeling when you’re about to leave a place. Like you’ll not only miss the people you love but you’ll miss the person you are now at this time and this place, because you’ll never be this way ever again.
Azar Nafisi, Reading Lolita in Tehran (via hplyrikz)