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(via miles-to-go-before-sleep)
(Source: youjustyou, via lem0ncurd)
For you, I was a chapter. For me, you were the book.
Tom McNeal (via nakedandreckless)
(Source: endorfins, via paper-trees)
(Source: fuckiminmy20s, via s-k-e-t-c-h-e-d)
(Source: teenagez0mbie, via aphotoinyourwallet)
(via madetomakeyouhappy)
You know what’s kind of beautiful?
In French, you don’t really say, “I miss you.”
You say, “Tu me manques,” which is closer to, “You are missing from me.”
I love that. “You are missing from me.” You are a part of me, you are essential to my being. You are like a limb or an organ, or blood. I cannot function, without you.
(Source: timorleste, via vintage-kisses)
(Source: in-dissoluvel, via s-k-e-t-c-h-e-d)
Sometimes people are beautiful.
Not in looks.
Not in what they say.
Just in what they are.
Markus Zusak (via airudite)
(via vintage-kisses)
i’ve been trying to be happy again. and it’s been working for the most part.
but sometimes everything comes crashing down onto my chest and my lungs and it gets really hard to breathe and i wonder if i’ll ever really be truly happy.
like now.
i’m suddenly aware of my erratic breathing pattern and the fact that i’ve been frowing for the past twenty minutes.
i worry that the pressure will build up so much that i’ll stop breathing
and everyone will think i’ve just gone to sleep
Me encanta tenerte cerca, aunque sea entre la multitud.
