It was probably nothing but it felt like the world. — Morrissey, Autobiography (via captainkaat)
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"don’t tell me I am pretty or thin or sweet or good until you have crawled inside my skin and felt the depths and shallows of me. only I know who I am. I live inside myself and it is a rotting cage."
my new favourite post.
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We don’t talk anymore and you don’t seem to care. — A 10-word story (via expiry)
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I’m so afraid of losing something I love that I refuse to love anything. — Jonathan Safran Foer (via evolutional)
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i’d kill to be able to wake up to this view
no words. this is my dream bedroom!
im sorry but this is just so amazing.. i’ll find peace here..
The only problem being I would legit never leave my bed unless I was going out there
imagine morning yoga or sex right here
I think imma stick with the yoga thanks
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