Lips of an Angel
There’s something beautiful about keeping certain aspects of your life hidden. Maybe people and clouds are beautiful because you can’t see everything
by  Kamenashi Kazuya (via coyotegold)

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Being born a woman is an awful tragedy. Yes, my consuming desire to mingle with road crews, sailors and soldiers, bar room regulars—to be a part of a scene, anonymous, listening, recording—all is spoiled by the fact that I am a girl, a female always in danger of assault and battery. My consuming interest in men and their lives is often misconstrued as a desire to seduce them, or as an invitation to intimacy. Yet, God, I want to talk to everybody I can as deeply as I can. I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night.
by

Sylvia Plath

fuck every single time that last line gets quoted without the rest

(via the-smurf-on-fire)

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easied:

when your bae cancels plans you were looking forward to

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(via psychotic-teens)

nearlyvintage:

SANDRA BULLOCK  
The real lover is the man who can thrill you by kissing your forehead or smiling into your eyes or just staring into space.
by Marilyn Monroe (via kushandwizdom)

(via productofsweden)

For every minute you are angry you lose sixty seconds of happiness.
by Ralph Waldo Emerson (via kushandwizdom)
And if you’re going to walk out of my life and leave, I ask one thing of you. Once you’re gone and you see that I’m doing fine, don’t you dare come back.
by Things I wish I could tell you (via soulsscrawl)

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