That’s what people do who love you. They put their arms around you and love you when you’re not so lovable.
Deb Caletti (via observando)

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clamjob:

i want to sit on a rooftop with you at 2 in the morning and listen to your favorite songs and talk about how pretty the stars are

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terezipyroope:

Did I ever tell u guys about this business card my mom had because let me tell you

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fallasleepanddisappear:

can we talk about how i am reblogging this from doctor who official tumblr

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Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back. That’s part of what it means to be alive. But inside our heads - at least that’s where I imagine it - there’s a little room where we store those memories. A room like the stacks in this library. And to understand the workings of our own heart we have to keep on making new reference cards. We have to dust things off every once in awhile, let in fresh air, change the water in the flower vases. In other words, you’ll live forever in your own private library.
Haruki Murakami (via realizes)

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eternalxtorment:

We Came As Romans - Tracing Back Roots [x]