let it B.
Intoxicated by the romance of the unusual.
let it B.
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withoutyourwalls:

Eve Fowler
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"Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles. And let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us,"
Hebrews 12:1
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"Above all, be the heroine of your life, not the victim."
Nora Ephron (via unejeunedemoiselle)
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"Please don’t forget. We’ll ignore one another’s existence. We’ll be assholes towards each other. We’ll avoid our true intimate thoughts. We’ll disregard the past. Just promise me you won’t forget me. That glimpse of me that you saw. Yes, the real me. Promise you won’t forget."
Unknown (via perfect)
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"I will only let you touch me
if your hands are so full of intention that every brush of your palms feels like you writing a novel on my skin."
Azra. T, Braile (via fiebre)
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nevver:

Nothing is what it seems
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When I sense my nemesis arrive at the party I’m at
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complexae:

MICA ARGANARAZ
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baijara:

Les Milles et Une Nuits
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"Who hasn’t asked himself, am I a monster or is this what it means to be human?"
Clarice Lispector, The Hour of the Star  (via angerpromises)
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"I’m finished loving broken things; broken hearts, broken people. Grab a broken glass and press it’s jagged edges up against your chest. How does it feel? Warm? Gentle? Love is a cheap word, a cheap, cheap word that’s been stickered onto my tongue and peeled off by the first person to have looked at me in the eyes and smiled. Press the glass closer. Feel its sharpness against your skin. Feel it squeeze its way into your pores and draw blood on impact. Feel its broken points dig into you like the fingertips of a lovers touch. That’s love. Keep urging that glass into you. Now smile and laugh and say you’re happy. That you’ve never felt happier in your whole entire life. Lodge that glass so deep in between your ribs that it punctures your heart. Tell me you’re in love. I dare you."
Unknown (via safeslut)
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picaet:

anna morosini