theme

"My soul is from elsewhere. I’m sure of that, and I intend to end up there." -Rumi Genesis, 22, New York City

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kristina100000:

when a girl doesn’t laff at my joke like damn is this what men feel like..

(via tendernotion)

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recumbentibous:

“My heart wants roots. My mind wants wings. I cannot bear their bickerings”

—  E. Y. Harburg (via recumbentibous)

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recumbentibous:

“I believed that I wanted to be a poet, but deep down I just wanted to be a poem.”

—  Jaime Gil de Biedma (via recumbentibous)

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recumbentibous:

“Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I’m not going to make it, but you laugh inside — remembering all the times you’ve felt that way.”

— Charles Bukowski (via recumbentibous)

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recumbentibous:

“Irse, y no volver.”

Alejandra Pizarnik (Poesía Completa)

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violentwavesofemotion:

s/o to the people who care and show it without being in your face but with consistency, honesty and compassion

(via tendernotion)

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manywinged:

i hope this email never finds you

(via tendernotion)

tragoediae:
“  Portrait de la jeune fille en feu
Céline Sciamma
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hemingsways:
“Calling all writers, poets, and artist to submit to Janus Journal, our theme for Spring is Bloom - more info here.
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coltre:

“Because when something happens, she’s the person I want to tell. The most basic indicator of love.”

— David Levithan (via quotemadness)

(Source: quotemadness.com, via clearvein)

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beyoncebeytwice:

if ur nose isnt stopped up and u can properly breathe through it right now…… take this time to appreciate it

(via threesideddream)

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violentwavesofemotion:

“I loved tenderly,”

Albert Camus, from a notebook entry featured in Notebooks (1951-1959)

(via violentwavesofemotion-deactivat)

(via nikon-bae)

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busonhikayemiz:

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(via vethox)

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recumbentibous:

“Well, now If little by little you stop loving me I shall stop loving you Little by little If suddenly you forget me Do not look for me For I shall already have forgotten you”

— Pablo Neruda, Selected Poems (via recumbentibous)

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