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during the course of each day his heart would descend from his chest to his stomach



Jake Christie, Small Stories (via larmoyante)

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He loved her in a subtle kind of way. It wasn’t the kind of love you see in movies, with swelling music and giant gestures and running through the streets to catch a departing train. It wasn’t the kind of love that Byron or Shakespeare wrote about, with flowery language and hyperbole and iambic pentameter. It was still and deep, like water that you might mistake for shallow if you just watched the surface. It was entirely his, not dependent on her own feelings for him, and it would still be there whether she, or him, or everyone else on the world disappeared. It was a subtle kind of love, but it was true.

John Steinbeck (via souls-entwined)

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I wonder how many people I’ve looked at all my life and never seen.

sinuses:

April 1945: Fifteen year old German soldier, Hans-Georg Henke, cries after being captured in Germany. His father died 1938 and his mother in 1944. After his mother’s death, a neighbor had him drafted into the military so he could be taken care of. When the war was coming to an end he walked 60 miles to try and reach American lines only to be captured by the Russians. Henke, along with his two brothers, survived the war and he went on to live a full life. He died in 1997 in Finsterwalde, Germany.

sinuses: April 1945: Fifteen year old German soldier, Hans-Georg Henke, cries after being captured in Germany. His father died 1938 and his mother in 1944. After his mother’s death, a neighbor had him drafted into the military so he could be taken care of. When the war was coming to an end he walked 60 miles to try and reach American lines only to be captured by the Russians. Henke, along with his two brothers, survived the war and he went on to live a full life. He died in 1997 in Finsterwalde, Germany.

Andrea Gibson (via larmoyante)

You will never have to lose yourself to win me over.

A. A. Milne, Winnie the Pooh (via dulcetdecember)

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How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard.

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Charles Bukowski (via endangerment)

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Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, I’m not going to make it, but you laugh inside — remembering all the times you’ve felt that way.


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When I think about it, today was actually one of the best days of my year. Thankful and blessed so much to have such wonderful friends and family to keep me grounded.

Also the untapped fest was fucking awesome.


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I’m still kind of mad at you for something you can’t control.


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When I’m sad I literally pour all my effort into something else. And I ignore everything I’m sad about.


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I’m done with my whole life

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disminucion:

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disminucion: (by Wayne Boland)

vanished:

Peter Zeglis - Abstract


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