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This is for every time
Love becomes the finest minute and the darkest hour.
This if for those who scour the streets
Wondering where the wild things went.
For the believers who leant us their madness.
This is for everyone we miss.
Shane Koyzan (via dailystendhalnitesaudade)
Now, I’m not going to deny that I was aware of your beauty. But the point is, this has nothing to do with your beauty. As I got to know you, I began to realize that beauty was the least of your qualities. I became fascinated by your goodness. I was drawn in by it. I didn’t understand what was happening to me. And it was only when I began to feel actual, physical pain every time you left the room that it finally dawned on me: I was in love, for the first time in my life. I knew it was hopeless, but that didn’t matter to me. And it’s not that I want to have you. All I want is to deserve you. Tell me what to do. Show me how to behave. I’ll do anything you say.
Choderlos de Laclos (Dangerous Liaisons)

(Source: nagging, via ohhhkat)


Insane asylum, Kabul, Afghanistan
“The pain of war has become too much for these men. Wrapped in blankets, they have retreated into themselves. Vulnerable and haunted by demons, they are the uncounted casualties of decades of war.” - Steve McCurry
forestmilk:

Elizabeth Olsen by Alex Prager | W October 2011
There’s nothing like deep breaths after laughing that hard. Nothing in the world like a sore stomach for the right reasons.
Stephen ChboskyThe Perks of Being a Wallflower   (via 33113)

(Source: 4mbivalent, via 33113)

so I wait for you like a lonely house
till you will see me again and live in me.
Till then my windows ache.
 Pablo Neruda100 Love Sonnets (via pearsandrivers)

(Source: seaofwisdom, via pearsandrivers)

THEME: CARMAH