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because of your faith, it will happen. â matthew 9:29.
I want my heart to be ripped out so that I can no longer feel this heaviness and sadness that has darkened my heart.
âYou must be ready to burn yourself in your own flame. How could you become new if you havenât first become ashes?â
â Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra (via wordsnquotes)
âIf I touched you the way I truly wanted to, I think even your bones would remember me after death.â
textures
Oath not belonging to marriage
âMy whole being calls for an act of violence, but I still use velvet gloves.â
â AnaĂŻs Nin, from a diary entry featured in Mirages: The Unexpurgated Diary; 1939-1947
âI am still soft, and I can be like wax in your hands. Take me, give me a form, finish me.â
â Rainer Maria Rilke, from The Collected Prose; âEwald Tragy,â (via loveage-moondream)
âSurely something resides in this heart that is not perishable, and life is more than a dream.â
â Mary Wollstonecraft, Letters Written in Sweden
âïž â (via sinr)
GONE GIRL
2014, dir. David Fincher
âI stand on a ledge in hell still howling for our love.â
â Ordinary Miracles, âLetter to My Lover After Seven Yearsâ by Erica Jong
"i could fix him" good for you. im gonna join him in his insanity
I told her I was chill. I lied. Iâd burn cities for her.
Arctic Ocean, Norway by Gueorgui Pinkhassov