dobrevakatwritesâ:
âWhat is bad for the heart is good for the art. The terrible irony of our lives as artists.â
â Jandy Nelson, Iâll Give You the Sun (via theliteraryjournals)

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Cosimo Galluzzi
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@theartofmadeline
noise dept.
cherry valley forever
NASA

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occasionally subtle
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One Nice Bug Per Day
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dobrevakatwritesâ:
âWhat is bad for the heart is good for the art. The terrible irony of our lives as artists.â
â Jandy Nelson, Iâll Give You the Sun (via theliteraryjournals)
She loves you, you know? Sheâs just afraid of losing you, so she holds you far away. Funny how we are, isnât it?
Pierce Brown, Morning Star  (via holtbekah)
The more she likes me, the more closed off she becomes. The more sarcasm she inflicts on me. Vulnerability makes her feel weak.
Colleen Hoover and Tarryn Fisher, Never Never (via theliteraryjournals)
luckyonewritesâ:
âItâs hard to show people everything, you know? You never know what theyâll do with it once they have it.â
â Nick Burd, The Vast Fields of Ordinary (via ohmacbeth)
museinspoâ:
museinspoâs aesthetic series  â the artist
They never looked nice. they looked like art, and art wasnât supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something.â
alinarpsâ:
THE AESTHETIC SERIES » THE ARTIST.
I want to make beautiful things, even if nobody cares.
batwanâ:
La La Land (2016) dir. Damien Chazelle
it is 2:36 in the morning on a wednesday night and i am drunk again suddenly the world doesnât seem so bleak anymore i raise my glass to better tomorrows the drink burns like the worst kind of rejection in the back of my throat but i smile because i am used to the feeling (the burn is new though) the clock reads 3:03 AM and i start to sway with the weight of the world on my shoulders i throw back my 5th or 8th, no, 13th shot (dionysus would be proud. atlas would not.) at 5:47, the memories of the night leave me in the worst way possible and my arms shake under the burden they have to hold up (i am starting to think the world is easier to carry than the weight of my sins) i crave another shot by 8:00 AM. it is 2:36 in the morning on a thursday night and i am drunk again
dionysus would be proud. i am not. // s.z. (via sprsoldier)
cheyennejacksonâ:
dove cameronâs pink hair goals
daisyridleysâ:
Dove Cameron via Thomas Dohertyâs instagram story - 6/22/19
madisonbeereâ:
dovecameron: guess what. itâs october
cheyennejacksonâ:
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osnapitsarianaâ:
dove cameron + pink princess haircolor
elysieanâ:
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