welten-wellen:

“Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.”

– Kait Rokowski

flowerytale:

Wendy Cope, “From June to December: Summer Villanelle”

fromdarzaitoleeza:

Fyodor Dostoyevsky, The Gentle Spirit

quotemadness:

It’s better to be your genuine self, and have fewer of the right kinds of people in your life, than it is to surround yourself with those who only accept you as long as you conform to their idea of who you should be.

Zero Dean

aidashakur:

poetry-siir:

gulistan-blog:

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aidashakur:

llovinghome:

springwagashi:

newjeans-mp4:

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angeldoll04:

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