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Alone Aren’t we all alone? Alone in these lost minds of ours? I know you’d tell me different, Just like I know you’d think the same.

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I want to live. I want to fall in love with every piece of our beautiful Earth; I want to feel every crevasse; I want to explore the deepest places; I want to climb the highest mountain; I want to feel the ocean breath against the palm of my hand; I want to burn the soles of my feet against the scorching sand. I want to adventure. I want to live. I want to paint every rising and setting sun; I want to stumble across every tribe around the world; I want to spread compassion and equality to every corner; I want to send love to beautiful souls that need encouragement; I want to push imagination outside of its borders. I want to inspire. I want to live. I want to fill every day with heart-pounding experiences; I want to rise high above the clouds looking down upon the indescribable beauty; I want to take a jump of faith off a cliff, being caught by water’s vast envelope; I want to leap from the sky and feel the wind press against my face. I want to take a risk. I want to live. I want to boundlessly run forward with ambition; I want to chase the sun; I want to close my eyes and imagine the endless possibilities; I want to show the world what can happen with imagination and determination; I want to feed my soul. I want to dream. I want to live.

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She’s an art wreck.

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It’s just an indescribable overwhelming sadness that is consuming my brain and I don’t know how to make it go away.

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I envy shadows, because they fade away without anyone noticing.

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“We live on such a beautiful planet but in such an ugly world.”

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I want something real, something so vivid that I’ll wonder how I ever survived before. I want someone who will be there for me, someone that will fight to stay. We could be great but that’s what kills me. This proximity. We almost made it. We worked. This is an absence of distance but it feels ever so heavy. Please stay, I love you.

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The most insane individuals are categorized as artists.

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It’s so painfully obvious how dull your affections have become towards me; what’s worse is I still love you all the same

kimmprry, Recycled Soul (via wnq-writers)

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Have you ever got so lost in something that you have no memory of it…Or have you ever looked at something and knew you have found a part of yourself…I felt both when I met him.

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The cracks have been here so long, I can’t even see them anymore. And that’s how time heals.

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Amusing Street Signs by Michael Pederson

Artist Michael Pederson has turned the ordinary into an amusing and fun piece of art. By breaking the monotonous routine of everyday signs in Sydney, Pederson quietly intervenes by sharing quirky and humorous messages on signs, which are camouflaged with the existing city landscape. 

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fall in love with poets, artists, musicians with their queer reality with their eyes that see the unusual, rare, the beauty in everything. with their hands that are capable of such complex, out-of-the-ordinary, unsettling art. with their curious minds that notice the unnoticed, and leave you in a daze and you smile every time because their mind is so much more beautiful than all the poetry you have ever read. with their hearts that wanders off, in the most unpredictable of ways, every once and for a while and you just stare because their eyes glitter like little bulbs in the sky and you would do anything to see them shimmer like that. with their dreams and know what they really fantasize about. fall in love with their art, that speaks what not everyone can hear. and fall in love with all of their words, and their silence, and fall in love with them as a whole, and be true. for when you wonder what they think about you, look at them and they will smile at you with their eyes. and they will create for you a vivid, many-hued picture when you are surrounded by black and white and they will write you down, and play you songs. in the most beautiful of ways. that maybe someday luckily you will fall in love with yourself.

sheisartherself, how to fall in love with yourself // i tried. (via wnq-writers)

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what we left when we left each other can never be recovered. we lost our youth, we lost first loves: a mountain of tension, never climbed but never absent.

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Trying to pinpoint the exact moment when I lost you is by far the most mind killing thing I’ve done.

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If love could be watered and nurtured, I’d be a farmer. But if love exists or not, We do not know. We only write of love, We speak of love, We only preach of love. For love.

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He looked at me and said, “Where is home for you?” and I quietly looked down, “Well - I live here. I wake up in my pink sheets, I cook in this kitchen and watch the seasons change from that window- I planted those sunflowers in the backyard. I write from that desk I found at an antique store, I escape on that couch curled up with books of adventures and wanderlust, but where is home you asked?” Home is when I hear your laugh, home is your hand intertwined with mine, home is your heart beating against my chest. People make a home, not rooms filled with things. I was merely living, and now, with you - I’m alive. So to answer your question, home is wherever I’m with you.

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