under the sun is in tune
and in life is luck


Ph. Katrin Backes

Rule 1: Don’t let someone be too important in your life.
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As time goes on, you’ll understand. What lasts, lasts; what doesn’t, doesn’t. Time solves most things. And what time can’t solve, you have to solve yourself.
- Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance (via thresca)

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one per question mark

so here was the plan, my plan, put off my shoes, feel the warmth of your carpet, take a sip of you and leave. with no looking back. but i didnt prepare for the butterflies riot. they closed the door and turn off the lights. offering me candies and all the sweets i could ever ask for. and now how am i supposed to leave when the choice is over bitterness?

I wonder how biology can explain the physical pain you feel in your chest when all you want to do is be with someone.
- Dan Howell  (via tanghuijuan)

one of those nights

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Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could.
- Louise Erdrich, The Painted Drum LP (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

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and above all, youre my favorite flavor

and above all, youre my favorite flavor

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Ph. Michaël Smits


Ph. Michaël Smits

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Photographed by Daniel Riera for The Gentlewoman

Oh my God, what if you wake up some day, and you’re 65, or 75, and you never got your memoir or novel written; or you didn’t go swimming in warm pools and oceans all those years because your thighs were jiggly and you had a nice big comfortable tummy; or you were just so strung out on perfectionism and people-pleasing that you forgot to have a big juicy creative life, of imagination and radical silliness and staring off into space like when you were a kid? It’s going to break your heart. Don’t let this happen.
- Anne Lamott (via awelltraveledwoman)

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