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Belle, 18

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When I was in love I hardly thought of myself; I thought of her and how beautiful she looked and whether or not she was cold and how I could make her laugh. It was wonderful because I forgot my own problems. I owned her problems instead, and her problems seemed romantic and beautiful.

— Donald Miller (Blue Like Jazz)

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Posted 2 days ago from fawun with 1,926 notes

If only
our tongues
where made
of glass how much
more careful
we would be
when we
speak.

— Shaun Shane, Tongues Made of Glass  (via fawun)

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Posted 4 days ago from mild-sun with 207 notes

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Posted 4 days ago from imteamkstew with 366 notes

transient-high:

So many people live within unhappy circumstances and yet will not take the initiative to change their situation because they are conditioned to a life of security, comformity, and conservatism, all of which may appear to give one peace of mind, but in reality nothing is more damaging to the adventurous spirit within a man than a secure future. The very basic core of a man’s living spirit is his passion for adventure. The joy of life comes from our encounters with new experiences, and hence there is no greater joy than to have an endlessly changing horizon, for each day to have a new and different sun. 

-CHRISTOPHER MCCANDLESS

the man

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danseurs:

The Virgin Suicides (by melancholia ♥)

Posted 1 week ago from vastmoons with 143 notes

I like being alone, but I hate the feeling of being lonely. When you’re alone, you have time for yourself. Your thoughts finally catch up to you. You set your mind on things and everything is just clearer. Nothing’s bothering you and everything just feels right for once. When you feel lonely, you feel as if no one’s there for you. It feels like no one understands you or is willing to listen. It feels like you’re screaming in a crowded room, yet not one person hears you.

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Banananana!

Posted 2 weeks ago

ambedo n. a kind of melacholic trance in which you become completely absorbed in vivid sensory details—raindrops skittering down a window, tall trees leaning in the wind, clouds of cream swirling in your coffee—which leads to a dawning awareness of the haunting fragility of life

thecoconutkids:

this is fantastic

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