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" I would drink her until my vision is blurry and my friends take away my keys. "
by Rudy Francisco, A Lot Like You  (via childoflust)

(Source: alotlikeyouu, via poetfire)

" He asked, “What makes a writer?” “Well,” I said, “it’s simple. You either get it down on paper, or jump off a bridge. "
by Charles Bukowski (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

(Source: wordsthat-speak, via dearvirginiawoolf)

" But who prays for Satan? Who, in eighteen centuries, has had the common humanity to pray for the one sinner that needed it the most? "
by Mark Twain (via ancient-serpent)

(via wuthering-heights)

distract me.

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" Sometimes you meet someone and even though you
never liked brown eyes before, their eyes are your new favourite colour.
by Anonymous (via versteur)

(Source: thoughtsonfire, via masochist-xoxxxoooxo)

me when i dont got this:i got this
When contempating a $15.00 purchase
10-year-old me:Wow idk that's a lot of money
15-year-old me:Kickass, that's so cheap
20-year-old me:Wow idk that's a lot of money
" Isn’t it rotten? There isn’t any use my telling you I love you. "
by Ernest Hemingway, The Sun Also Rises

(Source: larmoyante)

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" Sometimes our light goes out, but is blown again into instant flame by an encounter with another human being. "
by Albert Schweitzer (via observando)

(via poetfire)

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