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There were things I wanted to tell him. But I knew they would hurt him. So I buried them, and let them hurt me.

Jonathan Safran Foer, Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close (via observando)

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That night I lost you, I lost something inside me. Or perhaps several things. Something central to my existence, the very support for who I am as a person.

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Always the same person, never the same ghosts - Taya iv

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Theme: Cavalcade

On the roofs
Paris circa 1950s
Ata Kando

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tee-two:
mentallistic:
OH MY FUCKING GOD PLEASE STOP
This movie i cant
Greatness

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more turquoise here. xx

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I was always glad I said that. It was the only compliment I ever paid him.

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i am mine.
before i am ever anyone else’s.

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lomadia:
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Sorry…sorry. [video]
I’ve never seen a more guilty looking animal - ‘OH GOD, SHUSH PLEASE SHUSH!”
omg this is so precious i cannot stop watching it

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