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ways to start feeling again

sit in the sun without anything to do, feel the heat of the rays hit your skin, realize that this sunlight has travelled a very long way to reach you

walk around barefoot and try to feel as much of the ground under your feet as you can, notice every rock and blade of grass

sit quietly for a while and notice the touch of breath in your nostrils, feel how the air gets cooler as you inhale and warmer as you exhale

drive around aimlessly and blast some of your favorite songs, scream/sing along to them and feel the vibrations of your favorite lyrics as they change the air in your throat and around you, feel that the music is healing you from the inside out

stay away from alcohol or drugs for a few days, try to be as aware and present as you can in every moment, stop trying to numb or dull your senses

eat a few meals without any distractions, notice every bite and taste every flavor that covers your tongue, be grateful for it all

look up at the stars and the moon, understand how small we all are and how immense the universe is, realize what a miracle everything is, let your heart swell with amazement and admiration for life itself

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I know it is pretty hard to accept but, 

amid the generations of humans causing war,

mass genocides, murders, and devastation,

remains a breed of humanity so pure 

they radiate joy and heavenly light

to whoever they come across. 

these humans, these angels, 

must be loved and protected. 

they must be told that they are remarkable, 

that they are the sun in times of darkness. 

you are one of these angels.

- xoxo, un petit bisou 

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I never get to sleep until dawn, you see, and it’s been that way for a year now. I sit by the table in my armchair all night long and do nothing. I sit, not thinking about anything in particular, just like that; vague thoughts wander through my mind, and I let them flow as they please.

Fyodor Dostoevsky, tr. by S. Koteliansky, from a diary entry featured in Pages from the Journal of an Author (via svrra)

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sometimes the right path for you is the one no one will applaud or envy sometimes its getting to know yourself intimately without outside observation in mind 

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hall of mirrors, silêmanî, kurdistan (x)

the pieces of broken mirror represent 182,000 victims of the anfal campaign, and the lights represent the 4,500 kurdish villages wiped off the map.

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im obsessed w physical closeness, romantically….not even sexually just if u date me it’s all hugging all the time we are gonna lay in bed and im gonna cuddle w u, we will stand in the kitchen and i will stand hip to hip w u, u will sit on the couch and i will stroke your hair and kiss your forehead….it’s so intoxicating as a concept

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Green and Black: A Sirius Black Fan-Fiction - Care of Beautiful Creatures (on Wattpad) http://my.w.tt/UiNb/lS0dT15ZoD "There is so much history in the way he looks at her. In the way he says her name. When they are together, there is a current that runs between them; like an electric charge on the verge of erupting into a perfect storm." l.l, un petit bisou

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fuck time

my heart cries out for an eternally dark sky deep in the night i watch the sparks fly inside your eyes under the moon shine

i lose time scrambled in tidbits of starbucks conversations with confused minds wrapped in ancient civilizations and aliens rinsed down with smooth wine

do you remember? those ancient storms – walking through the night at central park making out on the rocks with NYC skyline reflecting from the lake across

with poland spring bottles filled with bacardi apple 80 proof and i could swear everything you say is truth

fuck people and what they say is true it’s all just a manipulation tool like when a sociopath tries to get inside your fucking brain and play a game with you

you are life.

tipsy and in love, tongues interlocked and arms clutching you into a tight hug let the stars be our audience and applaud to our light in the dark

as we try to find our path to the cinema walking endless blocks, science of sleep? craving a psychological movie the kind that we both need

schizometric love haha how could i forget? like those pixels of eternal sunshine in your spotless mind

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I traced the freckles on your back making constellations only I would know

More proof you’re made of stardust (via andthesunwillriseinthemorning)

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When in doubt, travel. 

Mapping out routes at Colchuck late

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He knew every place she had ever felt alone and he made love to her in every single one.

a.r. lucas (via lovelustquotes)

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ig: studylustre // art by hassnaamohamed

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“At the temple, there is a poem

called Loss carved into the stone. 

It has three words, but the poet 

has scratched them out. 

You cannot read loss, 

only feel it.” 

― Arthur Golden, Memoirs of a Geisha   

un•petit•bisou 

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Larry Atanasov

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let’s go said he not too far said she what’s too far said he where you are said she

by e.e. cummings (+)

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In a sense, I’m the one who ruined me: I did it myself.

Haruki Murakami, 1Q84 (via theliteraryjournals)