We all have souls of different ages. F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned (via midnights-gypsy)

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The lunatic, the lover, and the poet are of imagination all compact. Shakespeare, A Midsummer Night’s Dream

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coffeeinthemountains:

The National || Fake Empire

let’s not try to figure out everything at once
it’s hard to keep track of you falling through the sky


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Your current storm does not define you, nor does it confine you. katherinehenson (via touplift)

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Between what is said and not meant, and what is meant and not said, most of love is lost. Khalil Gibran  (via modernhepburn)

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skatethedaysaway:

You used to tell me we’d turn in to something
You said ”Life is much better than this.”
Oh but the closest I come to perfection
Is when you turn around to steal a kiss.

Oh but you never trusted tomorrow.
Yeah baby, Is that any way to live your life?
You love the heart of my six string, honey
But it’s been out of tune for some time.

they say you get lost in complexion
and the structure of a well placed smile


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‘I want to write a novel about silence’ she said, ‘the things people don’t say.’ Virginia Wool (via anastasiamutia)

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birdasaurus:

Brixton