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That mouthful of thorns you called our last kiss still lingers after so many others.

Clementine von Radics (via thelovejournals)

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I’ll stick by you, no matter what

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you deserve to be loved without having to hide the parts of yourself that you think are unlovable.

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When you have a good heart: You help too much. You trust too much. You give too much. You love too much & it always seems you hurt the most

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soon, the earth will split itself open and I will be folding oceans trying to get to you. there is no future for us here, I know that now. there is no future for us here, but right now I am trying to catch you, in all the places the streetlights fall (on bedsheets and carpet floors) and keep you there; remember you only in this softness. right now I am holding you, and holding you, and holding you, like my hands can’t believe they’re touching something so goddamn holy. I have run my fingers a thousand times  over your lips, and your eyes, and the place your neck curves into your chest like memorizing roadmaps, like leaving breadcrumbs to follow right back home. there is no future for us here, but I’ll hold your heart in my own chest, study its grunts and sighs before all the hurt catches up to us.

Reena B.| THERE’S NO FUTURE FOR US HERE. (via rbcages)

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Neither you nor I are ready to find one another.

Federico García Lorca, from “Encounter,” Poem of the Deep Song (City Lights Publishers, 2001)

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Sakura canopy: Imagine a forest full of these trees, the sky above filled with pink petals, slowing floating down like candy-floss snow in the spring breeze.

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“L'amour ne périt jamais”

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Cherry Blossoms at Nakameguro, Tokyo - 目黒川の桜  by   Tokyo Fashion

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“he’s gone,” they say, “he is decaying in the earth. his own shadow does not recognize him.”but i say - with my glitter-teeth smile - watch me dig him up and take him between my palms. watch me kiss the dirt from the corners of his eyes, watch me wash his bloody knuckles clean. i will hold him, i will warm him by the fire and dress him in new clean clothes. i will be his pulse. i will help him breathe. “he’s a lost cause,” they say, “he is hollow and echoing like an empty bullet casing.” but i say - with his face tucked into the crook of my neck - watch me carry him out of the dead land. watch me hold him in the warmth until he thaws. and then, with his head pressed against my heart, watch me bring him back to life.

o.g.k (via nathanielorion)

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Hand Forged 1095 High Carbon Red Steel Double-Edged Samurai Katana Sword

This really is a rare beauty.