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Sweet Seals For You, Always
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@theartofmadeline
Not today Justin
Sade Olutola
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cherry valley forever
Mike Driver
$LAYYYTER
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
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❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
trying on a metaphor
Origami Around
Show & Tell
izzy's playlists!
Janaina Medeiros
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@portillon
And I realized you could like something and not like it at the same time. Not like loving unconditionally; that’s an act of desperation. This was different, like respecting somebody for being a mess because you’re a mess too.
George Lass, Dead Like Me (via seabois)
Can you understand? Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little? For all my despair, for all my ideals, for all that— I love life. But it is hard, and I have so much— so very much to learn.
Sylvia Plath (via seabois)
Lanhydrock, Bodmin - Cornwall, England
Georgiana Saraev / Ballad Of Magazine UK / Natalie Kucken and Jaclyn Bethany.
Moving Images, Nishe
Lidia get ready this will be me in our home
It looks like someone cut the image of their beloved out of a picture to put into a locket
Oh wow this is lovely I want to hang it on my wall
am i the only one who finds this picture extremely sad? it reminds me rather of a love who’s gone now.
i love this :,)
“Listen — I want to run all my life, screaming at the top of my lungs. Let all of life be an unfettered howl. Like the crowd greeting the gladiator. Don’t stop to think, don’t interrupt the scream, exhale, release life’s rapture. Everything is blooming. Everything is flying. Everything is screaming, choking on its screams. Laughter. Running. Let-down hair. That is all there is to life.”
Vladimir Nabokov, Gods (short story)
Dan Estabrook - Nine Symptoms, 2004
You draw constellations in my freckles. I mean you ask me not to fall in love with you and then you go write poems with your tongue and draw constellations in my freckles.
Clementine von Radics
this is just THIS i didn’t even know i was looking for it and i found it this is perfect goodbye
