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Longings take root in the watchtower of fears.

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mister impossible - maggie stiefvater

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“This user also cries and does not know what to do with his life.”

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JUST HOLDING ON //

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A misty, spooky kind of day in the Cotswolds. (@adamjason1 IG)

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From Paris with LOVE   by :

© Fabien / Paris

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“Sometimes you have to run into the storm in order to calm it.”

— Nicole Addison @thepowerwithin

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There was a brief time in the 1800s where you could have made an adventuring party made up of a cowboy, an elderly pirate captain, a samurai, a Victorian gentleman detective, and a Zulu warrior and still have it be 100% historically correct. Write the story of this unlikely group of characters.

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Don’t strictly focus on all of the missing pieces of the puzzle, but instead look at all of those that are already fitting perfectly together.

Nicole Addison @thepowerwithin

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hobbit holes in waikato, new zealand. it would be magical and healing to live here.

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“Isn’t it funny how day by day nothing changes, but when you look back, everything is different.”

— C.S. Lewis

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RaveOn / Nick Deaver Architect Photos © Casey Dunn

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happy birthday miku !!! (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)و

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Bitter

Its bitter, to feel the rain touching your skin, to be bare front of your fears, for the sun to burn you, for standing alone when hands are intertwining.

Is it bitter to love alone? I've loved the rain as it made me sneeze, my fears built me up dark rooms with no sun in reach, and my hands are chapped enough to stay alone. Is it that I ruin all what I touch? Is it the left way through? Is it right to love? Is it a sin to betray? Because knifes were all over my lungs, when I was telling you how much I loved you

with my voice echoing in the room.

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you fought well.