"what makes the desert beautiful"...

...said the little prince," is that somewhere it hides a well..."-Antoine de Saint Exupery

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englishsnow:

 Saria Dy

gillianstevens:

Its not even 2pm and I’m not really sure how I’ll make it past 5. Today’s been deemed hangout in sweatpants and read good magazines day. Also, I adore this rain.

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gillianstevens:

Its not even 2pm and I’m not really sure how I’ll make it past 5. Today’s been deemed hangout in sweatpants and read good magazines day. Also, I adore this rain.

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(Source: browndresswithwhitedots)

"

I am spitting out your name in the back of my bedroom.
I am six beers in, but that’s besides the point.
I am figuring out which parts of my personality are mine
and which ones I created to please you.

I am still holding onto some of the letters you wrote me.
I tell myself it’s to remember.
I tell myself it’s because I am afraid of forgetting
the early warning signs.
I tell myself I’m not sentimental.

I’m not sentimental.
I’m just afraid of throwing every burning thought
I have about you into the trash
and starting a wildfire.

Thinking about you takes effort now.
You no longer pour out when I open my mouth.
These days, if I want to bleed you out,
I have to grab a knife.

This is a form of self-abuse.
This is a form of reliving my youth.
This is a way to remember what it felt like to be near you.

"

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The Dust On This Poem Could Choke You| Lora Mathis

Who cares? I don’t care.  (via lora-mathis)

ivvvoo:

Untitled by novessny

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ivvvoo:

Untitled by novessny

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"We only obsess over relationships that feel unfinished."

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Carrie Bradshaw  (via lovequotesrus)

(Source: whatwouldcarriesay)

"You think ‘Okay, I get it, I’m prepared for the worst’, but you hold out that small hope, see, and that’s what fucks you up. That’s what kills you."

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Stephen King, Joyland (via halluzinogen)

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"Every nerve in my body could be damaged or numb, and I’d still be able to feel you."

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Anonymous  (via cygnie)

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plasticcars-cottonhighways:

You’re the lullaby, singing me to sleep, you are the other half,you’re like the missing pieceCity and Colour- Northern Wind

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plasticcars-cottonhighways:

You’re the lullaby, singing me to sleep,
you are the other half,
you’re like the missing piece

City and Colour- Northern Wind

"fernweh [feyrn-vey]"

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(noun) This wonderful, untranslatable German word describes the feeling of homesickness for a far away land, a place you have never visited. Do not confuse this with the english word, wanderlust; Fernweh is much more profound, it is the feeling of an unsatisfied urge to escape and discover new places, almost a sort of sadness. You miss a place you have never experienced, as opposed to lusting over it or desiring it like wanderlust. You are seeking freedom and self-discovery, but not a particular home.   (via mirroir)

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Reblogged from margot-escargot

"You can tell so much about a person by the way they leave you"

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Redvers Bailey (via guntoyourhead)

thingssheloves:

R e y k j a v i c … by Berta… on Flickr.

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thingssheloves:

R e y k j a v i c … by Berta… on Flickr.

"Sometimes you’re 23 and standing in the kitchen of your house making breakfast and brewing coffee and listening to music that for some reason is really getting to your heart. You’re just standing there thinking about going to work and picking up your dry cleaning. And also more exciting things like books you’re reading and trips you plan on taking and relationships that are springing into existence. Or fading from your memory, which is far less exciting. And suddenly you just don’t feel at home in your skin or in your house and you just want home but “Mom’s” probably wouldn’t feel like home anymore either. There used to be the comfort of a number in your phone and ears that listened everyday and arms that were never for anyone else, but just to calm you down when you started feeling trapped in a five-minute period where nostalgia is too much and thoughts of this person you are feel foreign. When you realize that you’ll never be this young again but this is the first time you’ve ever been this old. When you can’t remember how you got from sixteen to here and all the same feel like sixteen is just as much of a stranger to you now. The song is over. The coffee’s done. You’re going to breathe in and out. You’re going to be fine in about five minutes."

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(via coffeeisneverstrongenough)

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