April 23, 2014   45,438 notes

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April 23, 2014   4,737 notes

“ You make me nostalgic for a love that hasn’t even happened yet. ”

Iain Thomas, I Wrote This For You

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April 22, 2014   968 notes

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April 22, 2014   934 notes

"What is REAL?" the Velveteen Rabbit asked the Skin Horse one day. "Does it mean having things that buzz inside you and a stick-out handle?"

"Real isn’t how you are made," said the Skin Horse. "It’s a thing that happens to you. When a child loves you for a long, long time, not just to play with, but REALLY loves you, then you become Real."

"Does it hurt?" asked the Velveteen Rabbit .

"Sometimes," said the Skin Horse, for he was always truthful. "When you are Real you don’t mind being hurt."

"It doesn’t happen all at once," said the Skin Horse. "You become. It takes a long time. That’s why it doesn’t happen often to people who break easily, or have sharp edges, or who have to be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are Real, most of your hair has been loved off, and your eyes drop out and you get loose in your joints and very shabby. But these things don’t matter at all, because once you are Real you can’t be ugly, except to people who don’t understand. But once you are Real you can’t become unreal again. It lasts for always."

The Velveteen Rabbit, by Margery Williams

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April 22, 2014   605 notes

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April 21, 2014   889 notes

likeafieldmouse:

Philippe Parreno - Anywhere, Anywhere Out of the World (2013-14)

April 20, 2014   2,008 notes

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April 17, 2014   16,971 notes

“ I know I shake when you don’t call and I feel like I can’t breathe when you forget to tell me you love me. I know that sometimes the words that come spilling out of my mouth at 3 AM make me sound crazy. I know that I love you a little too much. I know everything really hurts right now. I hope you know that I will always be here to keep the blood inside your veins. I hope you know that I will always be here to kiss you goodnight even if I fall asleep crying afterwards. I hope you know that you are the only reason I’ve still got stars hidden under my skin. I hope you know that you are the only thing that keeps the flowers in my lungs from dying. I know we’re fucked up. I know that sometimes I make you feel like you’re choking. I hope you know that I’m sorry. I hope you know that I see you in everything. I hope you know that it’s okay. I hope you know that you’re all I want. I hope you know that I think you’re wonderful. I hope you know that I think you’re every sunset and every thunderstorm and every cup of tea in the universe. I hope you know that you are my entire galaxy. I hope you know that I love you. ”

everything I know, everything I hope that you know

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April 16, 2014   345 notes

“ and I will remember your small room
the feel of you
the light in the window
your records
your books
our morning coffee
our noons our nights
our bodies spilled together
sleeping
the tiny flowing currents
immediate and forever
your leg my leg
your arm my arm
your smile and the warmth
of you
who made me laugh
again. ”

Charles Bukowski, Raw With Love

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April 13, 2014   2 notes

“ Art is everything we are and everything we never could be. ”

04.13.14

April 13, 2014   1,168 notes

rfmmsd:

Artist, Illustrator & Printmaker:

Masha Shishova

100 Years of Solitude Etchings”

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April 12, 2014   20,908 notes
markmcevoy:

My love

markmcevoy:

My love

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April 3, 2014   4 notes

Please stop listening to the voice telling you that death is the only way out.

March 28, 2014   200 notes

paintvrlife:

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