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I love the ground under his feet, and the air over his head, and everything he touches and every word he says. I love all his looks, and all his actions and him entirely and all together.

- Emily Brontë (via bavarde)
troubled:

“Shining Lights”, by Nïlgun Kara
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monsieur-j:

Vogue Gioiello - May 2012 - Cameo my love
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strle:

Undersea Landscape on Flickr.
Undersea Landscape in Little Corn Island, Nicaragua. Photo by me, January 2, 2009
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Lana Del Rey | National Anthem (HQ Demo)

‘I love you,’ she whispered, ‘only you; no one but you. It was you who awoke me last summer out of a life-long, stupid dream…’

- Kate Chopin, The Awakening (via wrists)

They slipped briskly into an intimacy from which they never recovered.

- F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise (via fitzgeraldquotes)

I loved you
like a man loves a woman he never touches, only
writes to, keeps little photographs of. I would have
loved you more if I had sat in a small room rolling a
cigarette and listened to you piss in the bathroom,
but that didn’t happen. Your letters got sadder.
Your lovers betrayed you.

- Charles Bukowski (via sufjanism)
sufjanism:

(by sarah lownes)
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There are two kinds of love…in the safe kind you look for someone who’s exactly like you. It’s what most folks settle for. But then there’s the other kind of love. Everyone’s born with a ragged edge, and some folks crave that piece that’s a perfect fit. You’ll search for it forever, if you have to. And if you’re lucky enough to find it, it looks so right, you start to tear at your own seams, thinking, maybe I could look just as perfect. But then, of course, when you try to get close to the other half, you don’t fit anymore. That kind of love…you come out of it a different person than you were when you started.

- Jodi Picoult (via black-wolves)
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theoceanrightnow:

(by nives b.)
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