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riptyds:

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ricardostacey:

© 2014 Ricardo Stacey
nymhps:

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venezya:

appil:

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Indie x


❀ ✿ nymhps ✿ ❀
Do it.
Get on the plane, get the train,
Walk 300 miles.
Get to her front door and tell her
“I know this is crazy
But I need you now.”
Our lives are too short to always be sensible,
Get the girl.
Distance makes no difference if your eyes light up when she laughs.
by FRS.  (via lacedminou)

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wildbelles:

pawsitiv:

Brad Pitt, 1988

yes pls

I do not love you as if you were salt-rose, or topaz,
or the arrow of carnations the fire shoots off.
I love you as certain dark things are to be loved,
in secret, between the shadow and the soul.

I love you as the plant that never blooms
but carries in itself the light of hidden flowers;
thanks to your love a certain solid fragrance,
risen from the earth, lives darkly in my body.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where.
I love you straightforwardly, without complexities or pride;
so I love you because I know no other way

than this: where I does not exist, nor you,
so close that your hand on my chest is my hand,
so close that your eyes close as I fall asleep.


by Pablo Neruda, Sonnet XVII (via man-of-prose)

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