I can’t remember the last time you weren’t on my mind. (via sassafranski)

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The fresh smell of coffee soon wafted through the apartment, the smell that separates night from day. Haruki Murakami, Colorless Tsukuru Tazaki and His Years of Pilgrimage (via elenamjacobs)

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I can’t be shaken anymore, by anyone. I’ve got to that point in my life that if you’re not a good person, and you can’t make me feel good with love and life, then fuck off, basically. FKA twigs (via lunate)

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loveisaselfishthing:

3 year old girl singing Maps by The Front Bottoms

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I guess relationships are just funny like that. It’s impossible to figure out why some work out and others don’t. Why someone can be so imperfect and still be the perfect person for you. Maybe, in the end, it’s not about changing the person you care about. Maybe it’s about learning what you can live with. Or maybe it’s really about learning what you can’t live without. Jenny O’Connell, The Book of Luke (via hqlines)

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mydogsnokes:

i miss when i was like 12 and it would be the night before a big field trip or something and i couldnt go to sleep because i was so excited. i miss being so into a book that i would stay up past my bed time reading it. everything seems so bland or something idk. i’m only 19 and everything is so tiring. i miss wanting to be awake

this is the realist shit on this website

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You are only as sick as your darkest secret. In Alcoholics Anonymous, this aphorism is used to remind those in recovery that being truthful and open about themselves is much healthier than putting on a false front. (via imsohotimakedevilssweat)

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macabre-of-horror:

Poltergeist (1982)

macabre-of-horror:

Poltergeist (1982)