and when the flames come for you, let them lick your bones and laugh
  • 8/31/2014

    And sometimes I want to ask if you think about me as often as I think about you



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  • "Don’t compare your Chapter 1 to someone else’s Chapter 20."
    Unknown (via corvus-s)

    (Source: thedailypozitive, via coachela)

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  • 8/28/2014

    Second by second my memory falls faster and faster. I’ve never felt the way I do in this moment. I’ve never felt such a hatred towards time. The clocks been wound ten times faster than it should be, and life is stuck on fast forward. Memories and new perceptions form with every second that passes. I just hope I remember them all.

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  • "He dug so deeply into her sentiments that in search of interest he found love, because by trying to make her love him he ended up falling in love with her. Petra Cotes, for her part, loved him more and more as she felt his love increasing, and that was how in the ripeness of autumn she began to believe once more in the youthful superstition that poverty was the servitude of love. Both looked back then on the wild revelry, the gaudy wealth, and the unbridled fornication as an annoyance and they lamented that it had cost them so much of their lives to find the paradise of shared solitude. Madly in love after so many years of sterile complicity, they enjoyed the miracle of living each other as much at the table as in bed, and they grew to be so happy that even when they were two worn-out people they kept on blooming like little children and playing together like dogs."
    Gabriel Garcí­a MárquezOne Hundred Years of Solitude (via feellng)
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