Instead of writing,
I would rather be saying
all these words to you.
 —Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)

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If you’ve been up all night and cried till you have no more tears left in you - you will know that there comes in the end a sort of quietness. You feel as if nothing was ever going to happen again.  —C.S. Lewis, The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe (via kolibriaurinko)

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godmoves:

today is a day where I wish I had a bike.

godmoves:

today is a day where I wish I had a bike.

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tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #752 by Tyler Knott Gregson

tylerknott:

Typewriter Series #752 by Tyler Knott Gregson
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Map of Paris (1937)

Map of Paris (1937)

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If I had a flower for every time I thought of you, I could walk in my garden forever.  —Alfred Lord Tennyson (via amcq)

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vineofficial:

This is fucked upThis fucked me up

vineofficial:

This is fucked up
This fucked me up

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I miss you. Nothing fancy or clever. No hidden meaning. Just that.  —(via these-greatexpectations)

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phreshing:

broke bitch with expensive taste

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