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Dreaming is deceiving...

"It’s so difficult to describe depression to someone who’s never been there, because it’s not sadness. I know sadness. Sadness is to cry and to feel. But it’s that cold absence of feeling— that really hollowed-out feeling."

J.K. Rowling  (via zlth)


— Rainer Maria Rilke



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I need each one of these

"You do this, you do. You take the things you love and tear them apart."

Richard Siken (via thechocolatebrigade)

"I’m battling monsters, I’m pulling you out of the burning buildings and you say I’ll give you anything but you never come through."

Richard Siken (via thechocolatebrigade)


The Microscopic Structures of Dried Human Tears:
Photographer Rose-Lynn Fisher captures tears of grief, joy, laughter and irritation in extreme detail


Handmade crowns by Elemental Child.


(by Anton Baklashov)

"Sometimes you meet someone, and it’s so clear that the two of you, on some level belong together. As lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. You just work, whether you understand one another or you’re in love or you’re partners in crime. You meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest circumstances, and they help you feel alive. I don’t know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but it definitely makes me believe in something."

unknown (via fatseux)


I want your Monday morning
sleep soaked eyes
dream drenched voice,
lazy bones
‘five more minutes please babe.’

I want your Tuesday afternoon
coffee break,
glasses off, laughter on
‘just hold me for a while
it’s been a hard day.’

I want your Wednesday evening
fingers through hair
teeth nibbling nails
neck craning, eye glazing
‘this paperwork never ends’

I want your Thursday night
drinks for two
bones unbind
muscles let loose
flats, slacks,
‘just me and you’

I want your finally Friday
stretch soul smile,
sun sipping light
from the glaciers in your eyes
fingers unfurl, hand extends
‘c’mon babe, lets go wild’

I want your weekend.
your movie marathon Saturday
reading by the fireplace
kissing in the blankets
want your Sunday morning
orange juice and pancakes
white sheets, tender skin
hair like the Fourth of July
‘let’s not get out of bed today.’

I want your ordinary
and your stress, rest, release
I want your bad day and that terrible night
I want you drunk in my arms
forgetting the place but never my name
I want your lazy and your lonely
and your fist full of fight
I want you everyday
in every way
for the rest of my life.


On Both Knees | alfaazkibarsaaat (via aurelle)

26. Alabama. Humble. Compassionate. Lover. Dreamer. Sometimes I'm funny. Mysterious. Surprising. Smile.

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