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Love Begins

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Kaledo Art

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Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her
Three Goblin Art
DEAR READER

ellievsbear
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"
Peter Solarz
$LAYYYTER
YOU ARE THE REASON
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@thespaghettibrain
Corona Del Mar
Minolta Maxxum 300si 35mm
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catharsis (alternate letters)
And when he kisses me it tastes like love but his love tastes a lot like leaving.
Michelle K., Lovers and Leavers. (via michellekpoems)
Sometimes, love dies. Sometimes, love dies like the falling autum leaves That swirl in a storm And before you know it, the summer is over. Sometimes, love dies like the ever widening spaces in midnight phone conversations, Just like the crackle over the line swallows your soul, Love swallows you whole. It’s musty rankness creeps up on you in the middle of your third dance, When your lipstick begins to fade and the cocktail has gone stale Love fails. Sometimes love reeks of broken dreams And heaving, bruised promises. It stinks of the clamor for survival against all odds. Though it boasts of battle sores, Sometimes, love loses the war. Sometimes love dies, Fading away faster than the colors of the polaroid That made love grow in the first place. Sometimes, love renders lovers faceless. Sometimes, when love dies, It ends the lies, Just so you can live a little.
T.D (via whatcameafter-you)
Optimist: someone who isn’t sure whether life is a tragedy or a comedy but is tickled silly just to be in the play.
Robert Brault (via purplebuddhaproject)
AMERICANS NEED TO CHILL WITH THIS #PMILF GOD WE KNOW OUR PRIME MINISTER IS HOT WHAT HAPPENED TO THE COLD WEATHER JOKES
“Love” by Alexander Milov.
My new study corner…tea + water + flowers + candles + fairy lights + 8tracks + my latest painting.
My life quickly and frequently switches between beating myself up for being unproductive/panicking over everything I have to do & relaxing/saying it’s fiiiine, it won’t even matter in the end.
So I’m working on creating a productive and peaceful environment. The past few weeks have been full of lots of emotions and stress so I’m really trying to be proactive about this right now.
This I try to remember when time’s measure painfully chafes, for instance when autumn flares out at the last, boisterous and like us longing to stay—how everything lives, shifting from one bright vision to another, forever in these momentary pastures.
Mary Oliver, from “Fall Song” (via paveo)
A lover doesn’t discourage your growth. a lover says, ⠀ ⠀ ‘I see who you are today, I cannot wait to see who you become tomorrow.
Donte Collins (via favoredgrace)
Photography by Pia Ulin
Via: streetkillaz