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i want my soul to feel like a calm blue sea

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2018. This year I barely felt nostalgic. That's a good thing, you may think; but I feel empty and bored. I just want to go home.

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Loneliness is having a party in my mind again and that’s okay. I am surrounded by souls. Some treat me like sunlight and some treat me like moonlight. I cry myself to sleep and no one knows that the truth about loneliness is that it protects ones heart from everything but itself. There’s a funeral in my heart, and the casket is too small for my childish soul that screams ‘Let me out!’ I want to live without thinking about who will miss me when I’m gone because I’m tired of writing all these goodbye letters that mean nothing without a recipient. There’s a funeral in my heart and there are no flowers because nobody wants to give flowers to a suicide. I wish I can say sorry for being so selfish but that would mean apologizing for the nights I’ve tried to hold it all together like rebuilding Rome for a day—I have nothing to say. There’s a funeral in my heart and I am all alone here with the lights closed because the window might glow and I am not light. I am not light.

Juansen Dizon, A Funeral In My Heart (via juansendizon)

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Morelia, Calzada de San Diego. [26/08/16]

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La Soledad.

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Gris. [23/08/16]

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[25/08/16]

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El Memo que está Triste y azul Nunca se olvida... ( @7a0z)

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Nada es tuyo, excepto lo más esencial: el aire, las horas de descanso, los sueños, el mar, el cielo; todas aquellas cosas que tienden hacia lo eterno o hacia lo que imaginamos como tal. - C.P.

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Palacio Clavijero. Morelia, Mich.

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I’m holding out For the day When all the clouds Have blown away I’m with you now Can speak your name Now we can hear Ourselves again ✨

Photo by: @metablee

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If I were the moon, I'd be cold. Morelia // 180614

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Soul Mates I don’t know how you are so familiar to me—or why it feels less like I am getting to know you and more as though I am remembering who you are. How every smile, every whisper brings me closer to the impossible conclusion that I have known you before, I have loved you before—in another time, a different place, some other existence.

Lang Leav (via ohteenscanrelate)

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Creo que es tiempo de detenerme. Parar Y luego seguir adelante.

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Soft as silk Sweet as honey

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Peachy, dreamy clouds 🍑

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Morning lights and Mizcha baby.