I need a man with a beard who is sweet and obsessed with me

(via raggedsea)

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(Source: charltondiaz, via lsdrms)

I’d cut my soul into a million different pieces just to form a constellation to light your way home. I’d write love poems to the parts of yourself you can’t stand. I’d stand in the shadows of your heart and tell you I’m not afraid of your dark. Andrea Gibson, Slip Your Mind (via larmoyante)

(via raggedsea)

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I wake up each
morning wanting
more of you.

First, it was your
lips, then it was
your hands, now

it is your heart.
Now, it is always
your heart.

(via angelinalouu)

(Source: stolenwine, via lovepaulaaajo)

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What the hell is wrong with me?

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Sober or drunk, it’s always you.

(via -whisper)

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(via psyqt)

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entire human race turns out to be some shitty performance art piece by the cosmic equivalent of an overly conceited art major

(Source: lymphnoided, via slowfuture)

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