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When you compare the sorrows of real life to the pleasures of the imaginary one, you will never want to live again, only to dream forever.

Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo (via larmoyante)

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we went to the science museum in London yesterday and there’s a floor titled “who am I?” and they had a really cool section on sex and gender and BMO from adventure time was in one of the displays which I thought was p cool

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"Good Morning" “How was your day?” ���Be careful” “Text me when you get home so I know you’re safe” “Sweet dreams” “How are you?” “I hope you’re feeling better” “Have a good day today!” “I miss you” “Good night” “Can you come over?” “Can I come over?” “Can I see you?” “Can I call you?” “You’re beautiful” “Want something to drink?” “Watch your step” “Let’s watch a movie” “What are you up to?” “How is your day so far?” “It will be okay” “I’m here for you” “Do you need anything?” “Are you hungry?” “I just wanted to hear your voice” “You just made my day” … You don’t have to hear “I Love You” to know that someone does. Listen carefully. People speak from the heart more often than you think.

Blocklava (via melon-milk)

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"I’m tired… I’m so tired. I thought I just needed a night’s sleep, but it’s more than that."

Inside Llewyn Davis (2013)

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I’m not where I need to be, but thank god I’m not where I used to be.

(via nilenna)

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You have 6 tattoos. Full lips. Good, strong hands. You have 7 freckles on your back, they map out the big dipper. You have a scar on your left arm you carved in high school. The first time you pulled off your t shirt I traced the line with my fingers and fell in love with your strength. You are a hero for living from that moment to this one. You never need to apologize for how you chose to survive Your body is a map I know every inch of and if anyone else were to kiss me, all they would taste is your name.

Clementine von Radics (via qoldlush)

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Reblog if you were ever bullied.

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I was tired before I met you. I am still exhausted now - it isn’t from lack of rest or coffee, it’s a strain that I feel pulling on my tendons and tightening the fibers of my eyelids. I am fatigued from life; from the pressure I feel building in my lungs. I am tired of people, but my stomach aches in the empty rooms and in the silence they echo.

 Flowers In Bone Cages (Available on Amazon)

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"Maybe love is in New York City, already asleep. You are in California, Australia, wide awake. Maybe love is always in the wrong time zone. Maybe love is not ready for you. Maybe you are not ready for love. Maybe love just isn’t the marrying type. Maybe the next time you see love is twenty years after the divorce–love looks older now, but just as beautiful as you remember. Maybe love is only there for a month. Maybe love is there for every firework, every birthday party, every hospital visit. Maybe love stays. Maybe love can’t. Maybe love shouldn’t. Love arrives exactly when love is supposed to, and love leaves exactly when love must. When love arrives say, “Welcome, make yourself comfortable.” If love leaves, ask her to leave the door opened behind her. Turn off the music. Listen to the quiet. Whisper, “Thank you for stopping by.”"

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Not everyone you lose is a loss.

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10 Song Lyrics Significantly Improved By Cats

Illustrations by ©Kitties & Bullshit - and more here: BuzzFeed

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