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WONDER LAND

be ignited or be gone

(Source: taffynikte)

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taffynikte:

Collin Mcadoo

taffynikte:

Collin Mcadoo

We dont touch but it’s all right. Our words touch.

Francesca Lia Block, My Virtual World  (via themindofafictionbooklover)

(via leftadesertforawasteland)

It doesn’t interest me what you do for a living, I want to know what you ache for. It doesn’t interest me how old you are, I want to know if you are willing to risk looking like a fool for love, for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive. I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine. It doesn’t interest me where you live or how rich you are, I want to know if you can get up after a night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone, and be sweet to the ones you love. I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and truly like the company you keep in the empty moments of your life.

—Jon Blais (via sweethoney3)

(Source: seabois, via to-live-laugh-and-love-always)

I want to get in an argument with your mouth
that neither of us can win,
tongues twisted up like roots.

I want to kiss you and feel like I am growing.

excerpt from “Between Your Anxieties And My Pen” by Trista Mateer

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I’d like to destroy you a few times in bed.

—Ernest Hemingway, The Snows of Kilimanjaro (via dahlia—noir)

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You can’t quell depression by making love.
But we tried.
But we tried

Yrsa Daley-Ward, from “panacea,” bone (via lifeinpoetry)

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thereluctantoptimist:

Raven’s Perch Utah

thereluctantoptimist:

Raven’s Perch Utah

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I wonder how much of what weighs me down is not mine to carry.

—Aditi (esn13)

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thatwetshirt:

The Grand Budapest Hotel (2014) dir. Wes Anderson

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