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I give all I am,
until I have nothing left.
Am I empty now?
Daily Haiku on Love by Tyler Knott Gregson (via tylerknott)

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tarptown:

What happens in the mountains, stays in the mountains.
tarptown:

This Girl.
ima1ing:

spankkitten:

FUN FACT: These eggs are evil. Octopus babies are evil. Let me tell you why. The octopus mother lays her eggs in a cave roof and spends 6 months guarding them from potential predators and swaying the eggs with her tentacle so they get oxygen. This means she doesn’t eat or sleep until they hatch. When the octopus babies hatch, she dies from fatigue and starvation. THEN THEY FUCKING EAT HER. THEY EAT THEIR MOTHER WHO DIED BECAUSE SHE WAS LOOKING AFTER THEM. THEY. EAT. HER.

this sounds like what my mother said i did to her
And then I felt sad because I realized that once people are broken in certain ways, they can’t ever be fixed, and this is something nobody ever tells you when you are young. Douglas Coupland, Life After God (via sydneyrae)

(via wildflowersandwanderlust)

I will not be your “sometimes”. Six Word Story #2 (via whispersofstardust)

(via exquisite-fox)

But I didn’t really mind because I knew that it takes getting everything you ever wanted, and then losing it to know what true freedom is. When the people I used to know found out what I had been doing, how I’d been living, they asked me why - but there’s no use in talking to people who have home. They have no idea what it’s like to seek safety in other people - for home to be wherever you lay your head. I was always an unusual girl. My mother told me I had a chameleon soul, no moral compass pointing due north, no fixed personality; just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and as wavering as the ocean. And if I said I didn’t plan for it to turn out this way, I’d be lying - because I was born to be the other woman. I belonged to no one, who belonged to everyone. Who had nothing, who wanted everything, with a fire for every experience and an obsession for freedom that terrified me to the point that I couldn’t even talk about it - and pushed me to a nomadic point of madness that both dazzled and dizzied me. This monologue was written by Lana Del Rey, and is spoken by her at the beginning and end of Ride.

bbyph4t:

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I’m not where I need to be, but thank god I’m not where I used to be. Unknown  (via dissapolnted)

(Source: feellng, via inmyheartyouwillremain)

oceanomniac:

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