I’m so afraid of losing something I love that I refuse to love anything.
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I’m so afraid of losing something I love that I refuse to love anything.
Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (via thelovejournals)
Sometimes, I sit alone under the stars and think of the galaxies inside my heart, and truly wonder if anyone will ever want to make sense of all that I am.
— Christopher Poindexter (via psych-facts)
Im so lowkey people dont even know i exist
Sensitive suffer more, but they love more and dream more.
Augusto Cury (via wordsnquotes)
His smile was one of those rare smiles that you may come across four or five times in life. It seem to understand you and believe in you just as you would love to be understood and believed in.
Nick Carraway, The Great Gatsby (via cpwrites)
andriewdwyer:
What’s the right thing to do here?
jobs for people with no skills who think space is cool
i’m a horrible texter but i’m also really bad at talking to people in person so i really have nothing going for me
I paint what cannot be photographed, and I photograph what I do not wish to paint.
Man Ray, born today in 1890. (via musingisms)
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I like it when it rains hard. It sounds like white noise everywhere, which is like silence but not empty.
Mark Haddon, The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time (via purplebuddhaproject)