If the real world were a book, it would never find a publisher. Overlong, detailed to the point of distraction-and ultimately, without a major resolution.

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nyctaeus:

Bottled Emotions - Taylor Kinser
Too many guys think I’m a concept, or I complete them, or I’m gonna make them alive. But I’m just a fucked-up girl who’s lookin’ for my own peace of mind; don’t assign me yours.

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nyctaeus:

18th century Indian dagger with sheath, made with steel, shark skin, jade, gold, ruby, emerald, sapphire and silver. In the collection of The Metropolitan Museum of Art.

jesuschristvevo:

do dogs think in barks

(via unsmokable)

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Forgotten Letter #471 by James Andrew Crosby
f0rtylegz:

~Elmer Bischoff!~   CityScape    (1968)

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When I am dead, I hope it may be said, ‘His sins were scarlet, but his books were read.

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And I’d choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I’d find you and I’d choose you.

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…unrequited love does not die; it’s only beaten down to a secret place where it hides, curled and wounded. For some unfortunates, it turns bitter and mean, and those who come after pay the price for the hurt done by the one who came before.

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