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paintdeath:

Iviva Olenick

paintdeath:

Iviva Olenick

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"And lastly from that period I remember riding in a taxi one afternoon between very tall buildings under a mauve and rosy sky; I began to bawl because I had everything I wanted and knew I would never be so happy again."

F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Crack-Up (via observando)

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"I am the sea and nobody owns me."

Pippi Longstocking. Dir. Clive A. Smith.  (via wordsnquotes)

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Anonymous said: do you believe in god?

rustyvoices:

Yes, yes I do.

Arctic Monkeys – Love Is A Laserquest (63,311 plays)

yokto:

Do you still feel younger than you thought you would by now
Or, darling, have you started feeling old yet?
Don’t worry, I’m sure that you’re still breaking hearts
With the efficiency that only youth can harness

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"He does something to me, that boy. Every time. It’s his only detriment. He steps on my heart. He makes me cry."

Markus Zusak, The Book Thief (via sunst0ne)

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"Hello darling, sorry about that.
Sorry about the bony elbows, sorry we
lived here, sorry about the scene at the bottom of the stairwell
and how I ruined everything by saying it out loud.
Especially that, but I should have known.
You see, I take the parts that I remember and stitch them back together
to make a creature that will do what I say
or love me back."

from Richard Siken’s Litany in Which Certain Things Are Crossed Out  (via awayfromfear)

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"You had skyscrapers and statues
sitting in your mouth,
You think you broke me?
I only kissed you when I was homesick.
I only cried when you left because I missed the city,
not you."

Y.Z, Homesick  (via modernmethadone)

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2013

alexsparks:

was the year of gasoline and dirty motels.
The year of less showers and more sex.
The year of difference.
The year of lessons in less is more.
The year of too much beer and not enough poetry.
The year of falling deeper in love than I already was.
The year of 20 states and 15,000 miles.
The year of goodbyes.
The year of part art, part magic.
The year of loving myself too much.
The year of realizing it could be worse.
The year of the postcard.
The year of the coffee shop.
The year of free wifi with free refills.
The year of finding closure in open doors.
The year of trying too hard to run away.
The year of coming home and knowing it.
The year of God playing with his food.
The year of finally feeling full.

After Kristina Haynes 

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Sometimes words are unnecessary.

Sometimes words are unnecessary.

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"Swallow your pride, you will not die, it’s not poison."

Bob Dylan, Tombstone Blues (via quotebookshelf)

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