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Kiana Khansmith
Jules of Nature
todays bird
Claire Keane
Misplaced Lens Cap
occasionally subtle
Peter Solarz
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
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Alisa U Zemlji Chuda

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祝日 / Permanent Vacation
RMH
wallacepolsom

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@remain-humble
She loves hard because she knows how it feels to be loved so little.
(via queenofbeyingtired)
I’m too exhausted to explain my soul to someone again.
T. // ten word story #38 (via logicaldreamer)
He looked at her with his bottom lip drawn in, studying her face whilst taking a sip of the wine they had opened a while ago. ‘What is it?’ she asked once the silence filled the space between them, soaking their bodies and making her shiver. He lowered his gaze and sighed. 'Do you want me to be honest? Brutally honest, just once?’ The tone in his voice made her jump and while she really did not want to hear it, did not want to witness the words she knew were about to drop from his lips, she could not do anything but nod. 'If it comes down to it,’ he started, 'the whole problem is that you fill all my emptiness, the hollow space inside of me - whilst I could never fill yours.’
// excerpt from a story I’ll never write j.d.m. (via poetryandthesea)
I will be the one to take you on adventures and we will get lost in the sunset. And I promise you this: I too, will be the one to hold your hand and bring you back home, only to take you out on a new adventure the next day.
Lukas W. // Adventures (via somepiecesofmyheartandsoul)
I think you should find someone who makes you feel like you’re coming home each time you walk into their arms.
08.07.16 (via head-brain)
be the love you wish to receive.
Alex Elle (via kushandwizdom)
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“ Before we ask God for anything, we must first thank him for everything. ”
http://twitter.com/goodquoteco (via kushandwizdom)
Stay humble when blessings come your way.
http://twitter.com/goodquoteco (via kushandwizdom)
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I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible and when I leave you will finally understand, why storms are named after people.
Unknown, (via kushandwizdom)
If the words you spoke appeared on your skin, would you still be beautiful?
Food for thought. (via dreamingalltheway)
For though I fall, I will rise again. Though I sit in darkness, the Lord will be my light.
Micah 7:8 (via daily-inspirationn)
I remember the nights you and I would lie in the grass, staring at the stars in the night sky and you would pluck each star and place them in your hair and I swear to god the sky was envious that her children looked more beautiful in your hair than in her arms. I remember the days when you were too sad to let a word spill out of your lips, I could tell the thoughts in your head had started to drip in your veins and you were drowning, oh god, you were drowning. I remember the nights you and I would talk so loudly, I could see each word spark against the walls, igniting fires in your eyes, and you looked magnificent, the flames you could wear without a flinch. I remember the days when you would shut every window closed, every curtain shut, and every breath of air filtered, I guess you tried to lock out the world from touching your raw skin, as if just a gentle caress would break you right then and there. I remember the nights you and I would paint, your favorite color was gold, so we would adorn our scars and leave them shimmering, trying to pretty up the pain they were birthed from. I remember the days when the paint had smudged and you could barely breathe, we both knew that beautiful things all eventually get killed in this cruel world, and the colors in your eyes had begun to fade. I remember the nights you and I would scream, but lately your voice had begun to crack and you told me you felt so empty, as if you kept dripping and nothing could replenish you anymore. And then you were gone. You left me, you left me, you left me. And maybe I should have watched you closer, letting you know that even flowers get sad sometimes. Maybe I should have placed more stars in your hair to take away your dark thoughts. Maybe I should have taught you how to swim when all you felt was poison in your lungs. Maybe I should have lit your room on fire to show you that there were friends in your walls and not fiends. Maybe I should have used better paint to cover your scars. And I am so sorry that you were too gentle for this harsh world. And I am so sorry that I can only hope you are held better than the way I held you. And I am so sorry that all I can think about is how much I want you to be here again, even when I know you were struggling every single day. And I am so sorry that I cannot even look at the stars, or the flames, or the water, or even gold, without seeing how much more beautiful the stars looked in your hair than in the sky, how you wore flames better than candles, how you looked flawless even when you were drowning, and how you would shine so brightly when you were painted in gold.
I cannot even look at the stars without seeing how much more beautiful they looked in your hair. (via dollpoetry)
Her coffee is getting cold as she waits for him to miss her, while his cigarettes are running one after another, trying to forget her.
T