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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

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Aqua Utopia|海の底で記憶を紡ぐ
art blog(derogatory)
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Origami Around
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if i look back, i am lost
Jules of Nature

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@solastseason
“I don’t care what you think about me. I don’t think about you at all.”
Coco Chanel (via kaliforhnia)
when someone makes jokes out of your insecurities
I’m Jughead
you > everything
the reasons I WANT to be rich
1) i want to pay off my parents mortgages
2) i want to give to charity more then i can now
3) i want to spoil the people i love
4) i want to be able to send the ones i love on the vacations they can’t afford
5) i want to help out people i dont even know
6) i want to tip nice waitresses/waiters extra for being nice
i dont want to be rich just for myself, i want to do it for the benefit of everyone around me.
Beware; for I am fearless, and therefore powerful.
Mary Shelley, Frankenstein (via bookmania)
I hope you meet someone who wants to experience you and not just see you by their eyes. Someone who doesn’t only want to have sex with you but moves their fingers over your body like trying to find a city on a world map and mark their favourite destinations. Someone who wants to experience you like a masterpiece. Whenever we observe a masterpiece we get the urge to touch it and most of the time we do, involuntarily, because it’s so perfect that we not only want to see it with our eyes and forget it’s details later on because I read somewhere that every time you recall a memory your brain edits it bit by bit so we long to experience it so that each part which contributes to it’s perfection stays with us afterall how scary it would be to forget how perfect you felt. So I hope someone experiences you like a summer breeze stroking your hair, like the warmth of bonfire on a chilly winter night, like the taste of that traditional homemade dish by a mother for her children who’s taste forever lingers in their mouth. I hope you find someone who justifies in treating you like the perfect art you are.
James Boyle (via lazypacific)