Every Ian/Mickey kiss ↳ You’re under my skin, man. The fuck can I do?
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
trying on a metaphor
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we're not kids anymore.
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"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

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Every Ian/Mickey kiss ↳ You’re under my skin, man. The fuck can I do?
The Art of Hiroshi Yoshida
Hiroshi Yoshida was a 20th-century Japanese painter and woodblock print-maker. He is regarded as one of the greatest artists of the shin-hanga style, and is noted especially for his excellent landscape prints. Yoshida travelled widely, and was particularly known for his images of non-Japanese subjects done in traditional Japanese woodblock style.
Armie on Colbert talking about FACETIMING TIMMY (like all bros do!) 😍😍 and harassing Luca for the sequel.
God I love this man!
Did I mention FACETIMING TIMMY AROUND NY!? 😍😍
Mi sono persa come la luce nei buchi neri dei tuoi occhi
Perché mi sta seguendo un blog porno?
Vecchio proverbio utente tumblr (via tienimiperilcuore)
Just be sure to notice the collateral beauty.
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I was thinking that we could go away. Just the two of us.
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We never love anyone. What we love is the idea we have of someone. It’s our own concept—our own selves—that we love.
Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet (via thelovejournals)
Ho questi attacchi d'ansia improvvisi che mi fanno smettere di vivere per secondi, minuti, anche ore intere. Fanno male e rinfacciano cose passate che tornano. Tornano a tagliarti la pelle, tornano come due dita in gola, tornano come un senso di colpa, tornano come un piatto scansato. Loro tornano ed io resto immobile. Come quando vedo il mostro che mi terrorizza, come quando qualcuno se ne va e tu non riesci a rincorrerlo. Rimango immobile come una statua. Fredda. E non conosco nessuno che resta ad amare un corpo freddo.
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