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Water’s edge by ginaballerina. on Flickr.

untitled by Phillip Kalantzis Cope on Flickr.
I hadn’t known that a light could be a feeling and a sound could be a color and a kiss could be both a question and an answer. And that heaven could be the ocean or a person or this moment or something else entirely. Megan Miranda, Fracture (via perfect)

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Of course it’s happening inside your head.. Why should that mean that it’s not real?

Albus Dumbledore

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I’m always surprised
how unbalanced I become
when your hand lets go.
Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via perfect)

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I knew the second I met you that there was something about you I needed. Turns out it wasn’t something about you at all. It was just you. Jamie McGuire, Beautiful Disaster   (via sad-empty)

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How fascinating it is that there are millions of people all over the world who are wide awake at 4 am missing someone. And there are millions of people sound asleep at 4 am, with no idea that they’re being missed. please come back (via nashviille)

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Doubt kills more dreams than failure ever will Unknown (via xasty)

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A flower does not think of competing to the flower next to it. It just blooms. from Zen Shin Talks  (via kushgrl)

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You can’t just make me different and then leave. Looking for Alaska, John Green  (via adurable)

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Edinburgh, Scotland by xenerr on Flickr.
There were no sex classes. No friendship classes. No classes on how to navigate a bureaucracy, build an organization, raise money, create a database, buy a house, love a child, spot a scam, talk someone out of suicide, or figure out what was important to me. Not knowing how to do these things is what messes people up in life, not whether they know algebra or can analyze literature. William Upski Wimsatt  (via perfect)

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You realize how much you truly miss someone when something happens - good or bad - and the only person you want to tell is the one person who isn’t there. (via ohmaiigosh)

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Oregon, I love you by keyana tea on Flickr.