Just breathe, this is only temporary. Six Word Poem (via happy-absturz)

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And I thought there should be a word for this sort of thing ― when your last dream mimics your first waking moment. Shouldn’t there be a beautiful word for that. Marjorie Celona, Y (via pniepple)

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How we defend people who treat us like absolute shit? N,E.W., they told me you didn’t deserve me, and I told them they didn’t know what they were talking about. (via misehry)

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I’m attracted to intelligence. Not the book smart type of intelligence. I could care less whether you’ve gone to college or how much money you make because of it. I like intelligent conversations that make me think even hours after it’s ended. I soak up words from radical minds.

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I think about you. But I don’t say it anymore. Marguerite Duras, Hiroshima, Mon Amour (1959)

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“My sister’s boyfriend, Fox, on his last day of high school. The sun was setting, and he and his friends were all playing around. I caught him in a moment of reflection.” By Petra Collins
The weather varies between heavy fog and pale sunshine; My thoughts follow the exact same process. Virginia Woolf, 21 April 1918 (via wordsthat-speak)

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Last night I learned if you drink enough alcohol it tastes like love. k.s (via darling-your-my-demon)

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if you consider a woman
less pure after you’ve touched her
maybe you should take a look at your hands (via featherumbrellas)

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