xiomez
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xiomez · 2 years ago
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by danielmercadante
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xiomez · 2 years ago
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The Corpse Bride dir. Tim Burton
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xiomez · 2 years ago
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Anime- HunterXHunter (2011)
although i just started watching this anime, i can tell you that the bond these two have is something special
like have you ever looked at someone and thought “i want this person to always be in my life” that is everything
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xiomez · 3 years ago
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You drowned me behind your ribs, between your heartbeats, I'm lost.
--- h.harouche
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xiomez · 3 years ago
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lazy days of summer by EdwinaFran
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xiomez · 3 years ago
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I found myself lost in a twilight forest.
The Mirror (1975) dir. Andrei Tarkovsky
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xiomez · 3 years ago
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this is really one of the best images ever
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xiomez · 3 years ago
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xiomez · 3 years ago
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Citlali Haro (Mexican, 1991) - Ilusiones Nocturnas (2022)
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xiomez · 3 years ago
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“But then it passed, as all things do.”
— Khaled Hosseini, And the Mountains Echoed
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xiomez · 3 years ago
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He asked me when I fell in love with him and I knew it sounded dramatic to say the moment I saw him, so I told him this story of my grandma who had Alzheimer's- she forgot her name and the words for fruit and food, she forgot her address and how to use the washroom, all her life lost to the disease. The only thing she remembered was her son's name and when that began to fade, the one thing she always remembered was that she loved him, even in illness, even in insanity. She saw this 6 foot 2 man with a scrubby beard and she didn't know him but she said she trusted him, she asked him to hold her hand when she died. When does memory end and love begin? All I know is- she loved him before she remembered him.
-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire
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xiomez · 3 years ago
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Intento olvidar la forma en cómo me hacías sentir, pero siempre me resulta imposible borrar tus recuerdos.
Stelle✨
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xiomez · 3 years ago
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Vincent Giarrano on Instagram
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xiomez · 3 years ago
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nothing is as tender as annotating your favourite books. it’s like leaving a piece of your heart on the pages for somebody else to find.
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