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June 2013

“Pitch-black winter nights live in my bones.” —Friedrich Nietzsche, Selected Letters 
Jun 17, 20133,776 notes
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#beautiful woman #her instagram posts are gold
Jun 17, 20133,643 notes
Jun 17, 201310,471 notes
“But I do adore you — every part of you from heel to hair. Never will you shake me off, try as you may.” —Virginia Woolf 
Jun 17, 20132,505 notes
Jun 14, 2013327 notes
Jun 14, 20138,722 notes
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#swoons
Jun 14, 201343,955 notes
Jun 14, 2013476 notes
Jun 7, 20131,139 notes
Jun 7, 201389 notes
The XX - Missing

licorne-:

almost forgot how much i loved them.

Jun 7, 20136 notes
Jun 7, 20134,324 notes
Jun 7, 201312 notes
#Freja Beja Erichsen

I would sell my soul for a full tuition scholarship

Jun 7, 20135 notes
Jun 1, 2013131 notes
“There are two ways to reach me: by way of kisses or by way of the imagination. But there is a hierarchy: the kisses alone don’t work.” —Anaïs Nin, Henry And June  
Jun 1, 2013507 notes
Jun 1, 2013147 notes
Jun 1, 2013722 notes
Jun 1, 201335,670 notes

May 2013

May 28, 201347,289 notes
Little Bit (Lykke Li Cover)

Shadows On Stars “Little Bit (Lykke Li Cover)”

May 28, 201381 notes
May 28, 2013129 notes
May 28, 201357,994 notes
“Some of us are in indeed attached, however ambivalently, to our disorders, and this is one of the reasons why: they are states of extremes, and they create extreme emotions in us. We get used to the thrills. We welcome them sometimes, and sometimes we even court them. We go off our meds; we do drugs that we know will exacerbate our highs; we drink to exacerbate both highs and lows; we get involved with people who feed into our illness; we don’t keep up with our mental health appointments; we don’t do the things that help keep our symptoms at bay; we rely too heavily on other people for things we could do ourselves, or blame things on our illness that are really our responsibility, and then we refuse help when we most need it; we do all sorts of things to destabilize our lives. And then, when we crash, we wonder what happened—and then we do it again.” —Sane, Marya Hornbacher 
May 28, 2013614 notes
May 28, 201312,966 notes
May 22, 20138,666 notes
“Sometimes I am out of touch; but go on.” —Virginia Woolf, Diary Entry, 16 February 1930. 
May 22, 20132,286 notes
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May 22, 201338,113 notes
#being and nonbeing
May 22, 201331,748 notes
Back To Black Amy Winehouse

suicideblonde:

Amy Winehouse - Back to Black

May 15, 20133,038 notes
#favorites
May 15, 2013807 notes
“a bouquet of clumsy words: you know that place between sleep and awake where you’re still dreaming but it’s slowly slipping? i wish we could feel like that more often. i also wish i could click my fingers three times and be transported to anywhere i like. i wish that people didn’t always say ‘just wondering’ when you both know there was a real reason behind them asking. and i wish i could get lost in the stars.

listen, there’s a hell of a good universe next door, let’s go”
—e.e. cummings (via visualcomplex)
May 15, 201317,432 notes
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May 14, 20133,902 notes
May 8, 20132,781 notes
“The thing I’m most afraid of is me. Of not knowing what I’m going to do. Of not knowing what I’m doing right now.” —Haruki Murakami 
May 8, 20138,880 notes
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May 8, 20131,144 notes
#gpoy #cray i love this blog
May 3, 2013234 notes
Carried Away Passion Pit

endangerment:

Passion Pit | Carried Away

May 3, 20132,327 notes
May 3, 2013386 notes
the cinnamon peeler's wife: It’s so interesting thinking about who you find attractive and who you... → commovente.tumblr.com

commovente:

It’s so interesting thinking about who you find attractive and who you are attracted to. how you can appreciate the aesthetics of a human being and find them beautiful under certain lights and how you are intimidated at first at their stark and raw symmetry and their colors and their curves and feel intimidated by them. and then you get to know them and their soft parts and suddenly everything else falls away. you get to know what’s beneath the skin and what they are made out of and suddenly you stop seeing what they look like altogether and just think of them in colors and in words and in smaller and smaller bits. you start to love them for the way they hold themselves in their own pockets. you start to love them for the way you can tell they’ll have laugh lines when they’re older. their two crooked front teeth. the way someone looks when they forget they’re a body for a second, when they’re blissfully happy, when they love you.


May 3, 2013927 notes
#i want shinji moon's book but shipping is terribly expensive #why do i live on the other side of the planet
May 3, 20139 notes
May 2, 20139,762 notes

April 2013

“You think I’ll be the dark sky so you can be the star? I’ll swallow you whole.” —Warsan Shire 
Apr 27, 20134,898 notes
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