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If you love deeply, you’re going to get hurt badly. But it’s still worth it.
C.S. Lewis (via wordsnquotes)
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new york street food by lokicha on Flickr.
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there is a bitterness in your smile by angela w* Via Flickr: i know i said i wouldn’t upload anymore but i’ve been trying to get back into the swing of things lately and it feels good
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Credit: 呼嚕 // テ ツ
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untitled by Millie Clinton. on Flickr.
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by isabelle bertolini
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When you are young, and beautiful, you can be very cruel.
Robert Galbraith, The Cuckoo’s Calling (via 8hy)
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painting of a girl by whimsical jane on Flickr.
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untitled by _caat on Flickr.
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. by Joe Boyle
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People always say that it hurts at night and apparently screaming into your pillow at 3am is the romantic equivalent of being heartbroken. But sometimes it’s 9am on a Tuesday morning and you’re standing at the kitchen bench waiting for the toast to pop up. And the smell of dusty sunlight and earl gray tea makes you miss him so much you don’t know what to do with your hands.
Rosie Scanlan, “On Missing Them” (via featherumbrellas)
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