"I know
you and I
are not about poems or
other sentimental bullshit
but I have to tell you
even the way
you drink your coffee
knocks me the fuck out."
- (via shutdownthecity)

clementine von radics

(via porn4smartgirls)

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"

This is the chemical formula for love:

C8H11NO2+C10H12N2O+C43H66N12O12S2
dopamine, seratonin, oxytocin.

It can be easily manufactured in a lab, but overdosing on any of them can cause schizophrenia, extreme paranoia, and insanity.

Let that sink in.

"
- (via mrzim)

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"There was something in my bones that told me to love you." - jenn satsune (via ohsatsune)
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"That’s how you know you love someone, I guess. When you can’t experience anything without wishing the other person were there to see it, too." - Kaui Hart Hemmings (via silentious)

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fakinq-glory:

today was my last day in my creative writing class and my teacher gave everybody a piece of paper to write down a contract and to put it in our wallets. she said she did the same thing when she was younger and every now and then she’d brush by it and remember that she wanted to write. everybody took time to write out what they wanted and I just sat at the back of the class, sitting on the windowsill and I knew there was only one thing to write but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. at the end of the class after everybody left, I went to thank her for the year, and she told me that people should be reading my words for a long time, but they won’t be able to do that if I’m not around to write them. I showed her the blank piece of paper, and she said it was okay not to write anything, and then I wrote this. I learned the power of words in that class, I learned it was okay to vomit up half a dozen notebooks stained with blood and exploded pens because it means you have something to say.
"It’s my job
to listen to other people’s heartbeats,
but you were the first person
who made me aware of my own."
- A doctor’s love note - Meghan Lynn (via merelyamadness)
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Dew Drops on Peony - Hanne Lore Koehler
fakedean:

I don’t know anything about Night Vale but this is beautiful
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h-o-r-n-g-r-y:

“I’m in love with people’s hands and the way they clench their fists and the way their fingertips lightly press down onto piano keys or thighs. Calloused fingers or dainty fingers. Hands writing poems or memos or parking tickets. Hands writing futures. To me, every crease on the palm is a love line.” — Mesogeios