boyirl:

Lindsay Bottos - The morning after (2013)
thoughts written on the places he touched

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I can’t think of anything but nights with you.
Zelda Fitzgerald a Scott Fitzgerald, 1919 (via nyjahatuatao)

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design-is-fine:

Andreas Cellarius, Harmonia Macrocosmica, 1660. Selenographic diagram depicting the varying phases and appearances of the Moon by (means of) shading. More: Uni Utrecht

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Salar de Uyuni (Bolivia) by night.

"When the night comes, the starry sky reflects on its surface like in a mirror, and you have the feeling of being in space."

(c) I don’t own anything.

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And it has been
one hell
of a year.
I have worn
the seasons
under my sleeves,
on my thighs,
running down my cheeks.
This is what
surviving
looks like, my dear.
Michelle K., It Has Been One Hell of a Year  (via hopelesslyhealing)

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thelostentries:

Sorry mom, sorry God

thelostentries:

Sorry mom, sorry God

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Never say goodbye, because saying goodbye means going away. And going away means forgetting.
Peter Pan (via minuty)

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