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Jul 24, 2014 / 17 notes

perfectlyquaint:

She was like having a butterfly use your arm as a landing pad.
Beautiful, but fleeting. On you it takes a momemt to recover. It feels like a privilage to be in the presence of it’s breathtaking colours until it regains it’s strength and flies away, taking your oxygen with it.

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Jul 24, 2014 / 657,304 notes

tinychatter:

u know when u really like someone and literally every little thing they do is cute and no matter what face they make they always look perfect to you

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People want to hear songs with the words they’re afraid to say.
Jul 24, 2014 / 86,558 notes
I am nothing special, of this I am sure. I am a common man with common thoughts and I’ve led a common life. There are no monuments dedicated to me and my name will soon be forgotten, but I’ve loved another with all my heart and soul, and to me, this has always been enough..
Nicholas SparksThe Notebook (via feellng)

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blasianxbri:

nalijahmakayla:

ladies understand this

*snaps*
Jun 10, 2014 / 77,965 notes

blasianxbri:

nalijahmakayla:

ladies understand this

*snaps*

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Jun 6, 2014 / 1,273 notes

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But to mourn, that’s different. To mourn is to be eaten alive with homesickness for the person.
Olive Ann Burns (via mylittlebookofquotes)

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Jun 4, 2014 / 87 notes
ashtrays-heartbreakss:

xx on We Heart It.
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stayburned:

it seems that everyone i’m friends with is better friends with someone else and that really fucking sucks 

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Tyler Norrie
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Tyler Norrie

Jun 4, 2014 / 15 notes

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genuineunoriginality:

My thoughts of an old friend
I used to know
are all transient:
they come and they go.

But what stays close
to this very day
is the warmth he gave
before he went away.

As I lay in my bed
stuck on years past
I desire to live every day
like it is my last.