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I am not a saint, unless you think of a saint as a sinner who keeps on trying.

― Nelson Mandela (via lonur)
(via lonur)

I’d cut my soul into a million different pieces just to form a constellation to light your way home. I’d write love poems to the parts of yourself you can’t stand. I’d stand in the shadows of your heart and tell you I’m not afraid of your dark.

― Andrea Gibson
Lord knows I would.
(via fiebre)
(Source: midautumnrain, via fiebre)

e-robre:
“ halogenic:
“ Callum Wilson in “Sick of Love” by Silvia Morani for Vogue Italia
”
this just broke my heart
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t1234odd5:

lazzydayz:
ccorvida:
qu-ail:
askaboutnikki:
I hope I touch your life
I hope you remember me
I hope when you think of me ,
you feel the strongest urge to write about me
in a book lined with gold and clean pages
I hope when I leave this earth ,
I’ve some how burned a hole in your heart
that you feel will never be able to be filled again
I hope I mattered enough
I hope I’m not forgotten when I die , the way I felt forgotten while I was alive
This
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omg love ^^^

(Source: domharris, via domharris)

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All the hardest, coldest people you meet were once as soft as water. And that’s the tragedy of living.

― Iain Thomas, from I Wrote This For You (via hybridicks)
(Source: psych-facts, via catholicnunisdead)

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why did I say that?

― me every time I open my big dumb idiot baby mouth (via spermbanker)
(Source: pajamaben, via sweetganymede-deactivated201409)

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I no longer have the energy for meaningless friendships, forced interactions or unnecessary conversations. If we don’t vibrate on the same frequency there’s just no reason for us to waste our time. I’d rather have no one and wait for substance than to not feel someone and fake the funk.

― Joquesse Eugenia (via imvyrv)
(Source: wnderlst, via k--swan)