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And I see war on the screen
and it’s cruel and unclean,
but I still worry more about you.

Keaton Henson, Flesh and Bone (via dominicmatthew)

All the time, always

(via thecluelesszoo)

posted 10 hours ago with 269 notes
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I wanted a perfect ending. Now I’ve learned, the hard way, that some poems don’t rhyme, and some stories don’t have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what’s going to happen next.
Delicious Ambiguity.
— Gilda Radner (via kushandwizdom)

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originally kushandwizdom

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originally tiaraless

Don’t promise me forever

I think I’ve lived long enough to realise

no one could ever be that certain  .  .  . 


The Painting (2011) dir. by Jean-François Laguionie

I am not for everyone.

(via lamanchasknight)

Nor is everyone for me.

(via ms-witchywebweaver)

Truth be told, I am for no one!!

(via celticwarriorpoet)

(Source: planetfaraway)

posted 1 day ago with 1,290 notes
originally planetfaraway
Before each other,
they were lonely. Now they are
lonely together.
(m.f.) Haiku #58 "I’d rather walk with you in the darkness than by myself in the light" (via artofephemera)

posted 1 day ago with 105 notes
originally artofephemera
This poem is the poem I’m writing because
we aren’t speaking, and it is making my heart hurt
so bad that sometimes I can’t make it up off the floor.
Cristin O’Keefe Aptowicz, from “Lit (Or: to the scientist I am not speaking to any more  (via petrichour)

posted 1 day ago with 3,048 notes
originally petrichour
No matter how plain a woman may be, if truth and honesty are written across her face, she will be beautiful.
— Eleanor Roosevelt (via hqlines)

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