Hearts are wild creatures, that’s why our ribs are cages.
Unknown (via fuckinq)

(Source: elalusz)

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It’s 1:52am and you aren’t here.
And just like that, from 2 of everything to one being my number.
One towel at the end of the bed, one side of my bed slept in, one person in the shower, one bowl and mug at breakfast, one dinner plate on the table, one person in the front of the car, one ticket to movies, one alarm to wake me up in the morning.

Now it’s 1:54am. Maybe I’ll dream of your footsteps instead.

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This is me asking you to show up at my house and hold me like you did only a few weeks ago. This is me hoping that this time you might want to run after me enough to get here and knock until I unlock the door. This is me missing you more than I thought possible. When you left you didn’t take my heart with you. It’s like you took my arms, my legs, my spine and left me struggling. This is me asking you to put me back together one last time.

She was laughing even as we kissed and kissed again.There is no better taste than this: someone else’s laughter in your mouth.
Forever by Maggie Stiefvater (via parachute3s)
There’s a brief moment when you first wake up where you have no memories, a blissful blank slate, a happy emptiness, but it doesn’t last long and you remember exactly where you are and what you are trying to forget.
Carrie Bradshaw, The Carrie Diaries (via quotethat)

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Reflected Landscapes by Victoria Siemer aka Witchoria

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Victoria Siemer, aka Witchoria, is a Brooklyn-based graphic designer who produces new and unusual realities by altering expected perceptions of space. She blends geometric shapes into natural landscapes to produce the sensation of upside-down, backwards, and fragmented reflections

I love this.

God damn I am so into this. I’m inspired.