anasaltukhaifi:

Umbrellas Street, Portugal.

anasaltukhaifi:

Umbrellas Street, Portugal.

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"Angry, and half in love with her, and tremendously sorry, I turned away."

— "The Great Gatsby" by F. Scott Fitzgerald (via backshelfpoet)

reality is slipping slowly through my fingers

and this world is ever becoming less and less tangible.

i am a blur,

a whirlwind of unrealized joy,

waiting until the facade can no longer keep the darkness away.

i sit and wait to break.

"Art is to console those who are broken by life."

— Vincent Van Gogh  (via thosedaysatthebeach)

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"So therefore I dedicate myself to myself, to my art, my sleep, my dreams, my labors, my suffrances, my loneliness, my unique madness, my endless absorption and hunger - because I cannot dedicate myself to any fellow being."

— Jack Kerouac  (via thatkindofwoman)

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"She’s known sadness, and it has made her kind."

— Nathan Filer, The Shock of the Fall (via booknarcs)

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"I wonder
whose arms would I run and fall into
if I were drunk
in a room with everyone
I have ever loved."

Unknown (via moonsads)

This. This. This.

(via fuckingbrighteyes)

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Tags: i wonder

"I just want to break that song into pieces and love them all to death."

— Eleanor & Park (via instantquotemeal)

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