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…and you drink a little too much and try a little too hard. And you go home to a cold bed and think, ‘That was fine’. And your life is a long line of fine.
written by Gillian Flynn (via uglypnis)

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35mm-memory:

Shiawassee Nature Reserve (1)
January, 2013
And I just want to tell you, at some point it doesn’t matter who was right and who was wrong. At some point, being angry is just another bad habit, like smoking, and you keep poisoning yourself without thinking about it.
written by Jonathan Tropper, This is Where I Leave You (via itscherryamber)

(Source: goodreads.com, via carolineold)


"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."

Brett Whiteley (Australian, 1939-1992), The Divided Unity, 1974. Screenprint, 66.5 x 93.5 cm. Edition 63/70.
How do you get so empty? Who takes it out of you?
written by Ray Bradbury Fahrenheit 451  (via rhymez)

(Source: larmoyante, via marihvana)

nickomalleycat:

Botanical Gardens in D.C.
awwww-cute:

Couldn’t find my kitten anywhere, then I walked passed the pot plant and saw this
billowy:

Egon Schiele, Schlafendes Paar [Sleeping Couple], 1909. Pencil on paper, 32 x 30 cm.
I was just thinking about someone else touching you and now I can’t decide on whether I want to break their hands or my own.
written by i just want you all to myself, i’m sorry  (via childoflust)

(Source: the-psycho-cutie, via reawakening)

byut:

Amaryllis - Piet Mondrian