lover of the light

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all is full of love.

twitter.com/siiingitloud:

    "En un beso sabrás todo lo que he callado"
    Pablo Neruda (via fuimos-lo-que-fuimos)
    — 1 week ago with 14 notes

    “no i won’t be your doll
    so please don’t you ask me to
    i won’t shut my little painted face
    like all your other dolls they do”

    — 1 week ago with 2 notes
    #daughter  #peter  #acoustic  #peter pan  #the wild youth 

    frewbacca:

    Three Blind Wolves- Emily Rose

    — 1 week ago with 5 notes
    can i go back to this plz

    can i go back to this plz

    — 1 week ago with 4 notes
    #TEDxCoMo  #TED  #me  #guitar 

    still gets to me four years later.

    “body burdened by my heavy heart of stone now
    and i don’t really give a damn about falling in love”

    — 1 week ago with 8 notes
    #say anything  #max bemis  #in defense of the genre  #acoustic  #about falling 
    beyond excited to be reunited with this one

    beyond excited to be reunited with this one

    — 1 week ago with 1 note
    #goober  #sisters  #kc  #me 
    "You will be stupid. You will worry your parents. You will question your own choices, your relationships, your jobs, your friends, where you live, what you studied in college, that you went to college at all… If that happens, you’re doing it right."
    Ira Glass (via wordsthat-speak)

    (via farawaysadness)

    — 1 week ago with 3126 notes

    “if you’re still bleeding, you’re the lucky ones
    cause most of our feelings, they are dead and they are gone”

    — 1 week ago with 5 notes
    #daughter  #youth  #wild youth 

    throw me in a landfill,
    don’t think about the consequences
    throw me in the dirt pit,
    don’t think about the choices that you make
    throw me in the water,
    don’t think about the splash I will create
    leave me at the altar,
    knowing all the things you just escaped

    — 1 week ago with 1 note
    #daughter  #landfill 

    sweetxoxrevenge:

    No one helps the helper
    When the help’s all run out.
    No one asks the helper
    What their dreams are about.
    No one tells the helper
    “Thank you, I mean it.
    You’re special, I love you;
    How are you with all of this?”

    Because that’s the helper’s job,
    To bear the brunt when others can’t.
    But sometimes, after a while,
    The others seem to forget,
    That the helpers are human,
    They can’t bear it all.
    That sometimes they need help too,
    Even if it’s small.

    (via bisssy)

    — 1 week ago with 1032 notes