I enjoy controlled loneliness. I like wandering around the city alone. I’m not afraid of coming back to an empty flat and lying down in an empty bed. I’m afraid of having no one to miss, of having no one to love.
- Kuba Wojewodzki (via splitterherzen)

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I crave your legs intertwined with mine, I crave nothing but you, in the most simplest of ways.
- Unknown (via foreverescaperealityy)

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He considered his answer carefully. Finally, he said that there was nothing he would like more in the world than to see his mother and father again, but that he had no reason—and no evidence—to support the idea of an afterlife, so he couldn’t give in to the temptation.

'Why?'

Then he told me, very tenderly, that it can be dangerous to believe things just because you want them to be true. You can get tricked if you don’t question yourself and others, especially people in a position of authority. He told me that anything that’s truly real can stand up to scrutiny.

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Sasha Sagan, describing a time she asked her father, Carl Sagan, about life after death

How Carl Sagan Described Death To His Young Daughter | Popular Science

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Before we meet again I hope you will have tasted strong liquor to excess and kissed many emotional young men in red and yellow moonlights.
- F. Scott Fitzgerald, 1919 (via factoseintolerant)

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whore-for-couture:

Dolce and Gabbana Spring 2012 RTW

istumogra:

jensendaddy:

maybe the little bruises and cuts that show up on your body seemingly out of nowhere are actually little injuries that happened to your soulmate and you get the same marks on your skin as them

write a book

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whore-for-couture:

pivoslyakova:

Detail at Christian Lacroix | Haute Couture, Spring 2006.


Haute Couture blog :)
johnkennedys:

lancer-lace:

ladyfalcon:

Nebraska country

Look at that hair. 

uh ♥
mrsclarkkent:

Sharon Tate and her boyfriend, Richard Beymer, 1962
Seduce them with your intelligence, then kill them with your smile.
- Unknown   (via housewifeswag)

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