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ellievsbear
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
Jules of Nature
cherry valley forever
The Stonewall Inn
almost home
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Fai_Ryy

Jar Jar Binks Fan Club
Not today Justin

if i look back, i am lost
Claire Keane
let's talk about Bridgerton tea, my ask is open
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ

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Ask yourself this question: ‘Will this matter a year from now?’
Richard Carlson (via fyp-psychology)
Sleeping with sirens su We Heart It - http://weheartit.com/s/HrO3Ccdw
tumblr | Tumblr su We Heart It
(via https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZR8fI3xoHF8)
Aveva un bisogno matto di essere amata per quello che era.
Ligabue (via abbandonati-al-ca0s)
Uno si alza al mattino, fa quel che deve fare e poi la sera va a dormire. E lì i casi sono due: o è in pace con se stesso, e dorme, o non è in pace con se stesso e allora non dorme. Capisci?
Alessandro Baricco. (via sorrisidisperati)
Non riesco a farti capire. Non riesco a far capire a nessuno cosa mi stia succedendo. Non riesco a spiegarlo nemmeno a me stesso.
Franz Kafka. (via sorrisidisperati)
Sono terrorizzato quando sento “ti amo”, sarà che io non ho mai visto i miei neanche darsi la mano.
Fabri Fibra (via romanticismoamodomio)
Era questa la cosa strana: non me ne fregava niente ma tutto mi feriva a morte.
Alessandro Baricco (via scomparsanelvuoto)
Grunge//Indie
Grunge//Indie
Jobs fill your pocket. Adventures fill your soul.
Jaime Lyn Beatty (via deeplifequotes)
Better off dead
She doesn't know she is beautiful, because no one's ever told her so. And the demons that she hides, are all she knows. And maybe she can fall in love with someone in her life that she could trust, And tell her she's enough.
La solitudine è ascoltare il vento e non poterlo raccontare a nessuno.
Jim Morrison (via il-pazzo-della-porta-accanto)