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You can either run from your past or learn from it

You can either run from your past or learn from it

April 16, 2014 at 10:19pm
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Reblogged from larmoyante

I don’t want just words. If that’s all you have for me, you’d better go.

— F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned (via larmoyante)

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11:10am
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billyzeroisnotjustaboy:

hydeordie:

Louise Bourgeois I Had a Flashback of Something that Never Existed, no. 28 of 34, from the fabric illustrated book, Ode à l’oubli. 2002

billyzeroisnotjustaboy:

hydeordie:

Louise Bourgeois I Had a Flashback of Something that Never Existed, no. 28 of 34, from the fabric illustrated book, Ode à l’oubli. 2002

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April 15, 2014 at 6:30pm
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5:59pm
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wickedclothes:

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April 14, 2014 at 11:53pm
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do-not-touch-my-food:

Honey Chipotle Chicken Bowls with Lime Quinoa

do-not-touch-my-food:

Honey Chipotle Chicken Bowls with Lime Quinoa

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2:41pm
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missingsaga:

Introverts like to party

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2:24pm
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hqlines:

~ Edgar Allan Poe

hqlines:

~ Edgar Allan Poe

2:24pm
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April 13, 2014 at 1:58pm
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hplyrikz:

Clear your mind here

hplyrikz:

Clear your mind here

April 12, 2014 at 11:39am
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Reblogged from alonesomes

We happened.
Like a fucking circus blowing through town, we happened,
left wrappers and pinwheels littering the ground like dead bodies.
Like the end of a war.
You moved around the house so gracefully, never touching me,
and I laughed because I thought
it was your best act,
waited hours for your hands because I didn’t
want to miss the rest of the show.
We walked past each other
like a trapeze act, like acrobats
on a tightrope, arms spread
on either side like it would save them from falling,
and we were the best act around.
The tent opened, and we were beautiful, effortless, jumping through
rings of fire, catching each other in mid-air, wearing our best clothes.
You loved me so well with the doors open.
You loved me so well with an audience,
but I don’t want the circus anymore, baby.
I don’t want it.
I want to bury it six feet under,
mourn it like a casualty and then move on.
Chalk it up to something that sounds
less like an empty fairground where
we fired our first shots, where we
first started to fracture like a bone.
We may not have worked, but,
my God,
were we good at pretending.
My God,
were we something to look at.

— Caitlyn Siehl, Circus (via alonesomes)