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life is beautiful.


Her, 2013

(Source: izkate, via getlostmylove)

“ Is the door open? Was it ever? It’s so cold out here my love, and the frost is sticking to my knuckles. Let me in. ”

—    I want in. (via getlostmylove)

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I sat blindly next to the girl who would write about all the people she intended to love. She was not afraid of the scalpel to cut her open. “I have nothing to hide. Just few poems that I refuse to let go of.” I was caught off guard by the electricity. That is all it took for you to unravel me.

I knew that you were beginning to open my skin and find all that I have thought about you. I felt as if you were the sky slowly pealing and ripping the colors from the sky. They were all over your palms, but you didn’t care. You wanted me. You wanted to love me.

I couldn’t accept that I loved you. No matter how many times I tried to convince myself that everything would be alright, you, the bright star were not enough and I am sorry that I could not be brave.

—    This is not a love poem, but a confession for a girl I once loved,” n.a (via sailingaugust)

(via sailingaugust)



Yeah Yeah Yeahs - Maps (Acoustic/Strings version)

They don’t love you like I love you

(I do)


(via sonofthelandlockedmariner)

“ I’ve stopped being sorry for all my soft. I won’t apologize because I miss you, or because I said it, or because I text you first, or again. I think everyone spends too much time trying to close themselves off. I don’t want to be cool or indifferent, I want to be honest. ”

—    (via livewasiereisawevil)

(Source: 5000letters, via ushahidi)

“ I am not lost. I just don’t want to be found. Not yet. ”

—    Navin E. (via wordswritteninsilence)

(via aquietjoy2)

“ I love that sweet smell of decay that surrounds me in forests and woods. A kind of mulchy, deep, rich rot that has no connotation of death or ending, but rather of life and age. A sense of perpetual destruction and rebirth. ”

—    Unknown (via mustangblood)

(via mustangblood)

“ Uncage me. Hidden underneath my flesh are dreams disguised as bones. ”

—    Navin E. (via wordswritteninsilence)

(via aquietjoy2)


Our Earth is peppered with some 20,000 tons of stardust a year. Scanned from Wonderland of Science. 1930s.

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