benzo-baby:

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perfectquote:

“Forgive me if I don’t talk much at times. It’s loud enough in my head.”

— Unknown

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fromdarzaitoleeza:

fromdarzaitoleeza:

Sanna Wani, “Who is the Sun, Asking for Sleep?”, My Grief, the Sun // Brenna Twohy, A Coworker Asks Me If I Am Sad, Still

Fortesa Latifi, from The Truth About Grief.

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rosefairy89:

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aurora-doll-333:

Naomi Campbell at Le Bristol Hotel, Paris, 1994 ❀

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flowerytale:

“I wish you joy”
Jane Austen, from a letter to her brother Frank (26 July 1809)

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heavenlyyshecomes:

What a thing it is, to fall in love, to want to know everything there is to know about a person and yet, at the same time, to find the smallest detail—a blade of loose skin peeling from the lower corner of the fingernail—entirely overwhelming, too lovely to bear.

—Nell Stevens, Briefly, A Delicious Life

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coquette-club:

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