And I can’t
help
but to run my fingers
down your spine
like you are my
favorite
book. But I still
cannot read you,
you are
your own language.
Your pages are
tired and torn,
but I want you,
I want it all.

Michelle K., Like A Book. (via sadlittlewords)

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autremondeimagination:

El fenómeno de la luna sangrienta. 

  Martes15 de abril del 2014   a las 2:30am  hora Colombiana.

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And in the end we’re all just humans… drunk on the idea that love, only love, could heal our brokenness.
F. Scott Fitzgerald (via b-r-o-k-e-n—p-e-r-s-o-n)

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uni-cxrns:

クィーン // queen

elisebrown:

Venècia, 2014

David Marí

psychotic-torture:

sad black and white blog, I follow back similar

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sterility:

i had sex with someone else
2014

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