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Sep 12, 2014 / 181,717 notes
vnveiled:


some days you can’t tell whether its six in the morning or six at night. some days you don’t give a shit. some days the light doesn’t leave the room. 

f uck this is beautiful
Sep 12, 2014 / 289,977 notes

vnveiled:

some days you can’t tell whether its six in the morning or six at night. some days you don’t give a shit. some days the light doesn’t leave the room. 

f uck this is beautiful

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fuckmyfeelingsplease:

~
Sep 12, 2014 / 596,699 notes
pyathon:

went to the art museum today in dc and saw this couple admiring the art together
Sep 9, 2014 / 22,995 notes

pyathon:

went to the art museum today in dc and saw this couple admiring the art together

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Sep 8, 2014 / 6,797 notes
Do not indulge your hearts in this material world.
The Messenger of Allah (ص) Nahj al-Fasahah p. 59 (via shiaislam)

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Sep 8, 2014 / 1,054 notes

I am not the first person you loved.
You are not the first person I looked at
with a mouthful of forevers. We
have both known loss like the sharp edges
of a knife. We have both lived with lips
more scar tissue than skin. Our love came
unannounced in the middle of the night.
Our love came when we’d given up
on asking love to come. I think
that has to be part
of its miracle.

This is how we heal.
I will kiss you like forgiveness. You
will hold me like I’m hope. Our arms
will bandage and we will press promises
between us like flowers in a book.
I will write sonnets to the salt of sweat
on your skin. I will write novels to the scar
of your nose. I will write a dictionary
of all the words I have used trying
to describe the way it feels to have finally,
finally found you.

And I will not be afraid
of your scars.

I know sometimes
it’s still hard to let me see you
in all your cracked perfection,
but please know:
whether it’s the days you burn
more brilliant than the sun
or the nights you collapse into my lap
your body broken into a thousand questions,
you are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
I will love you when you are a still day.
I will love you when you are a hurricane.

Mouthful of Forevers – Clementine von Radics (via februarypoem)

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Sep 8, 2014 / 17,223 notes
probablys:

the boy who blocked his own shot // brand new
Sep 8, 2014 / 51,004 notes

probablys:

the boy who blocked his own shot // brand new

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ever-pure:

LOOK AT THAT ECONOMY OF BRUSHSTROKE
YOU CAN SEE EVERY STROKE S/HE TOOK NOT ONE THING IS BLENDED
AND YOU CAN TELL EXACTLY WHAT THE SUBJECT IS AND WHAT THE SUBJECT IS DOING
Sep 7, 2014 / 127,039 notes

ever-pure:

LOOK AT THAT ECONOMY OF BRUSHSTROKE

YOU CAN SEE EVERY STROKE S/HE TOOK NOT ONE THING IS BLENDED

AND YOU CAN TELL EXACTLY WHAT THE SUBJECT IS AND WHAT THE SUBJECT IS DOING

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when someone’s flaws are not flaws in your eyes, you’re fucked.
Sep 5, 2014 / 123,844 notes