cara mia

cara mia

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the-book-diaries:

“Perhaps that’s what all human relationships boiled down to: Would you save my life? or would you take it?”

— Toni Morrison, Song of Solomon
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oldsoulgalaxy:

losingdistance:

“You’re still breaking my heart and you don’t even know”

You don’t even know my name

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blurrymarina:
“ “you’re too proud to say that you’ve made a mistake
you’re a coward ‘til the end
i don’t wanna admit that we’re not gonna fit
”
lies - marina and the diamonds
”
blurrymarina:
“ “you’re too proud to say that you’ve made a mistake
you’re a coward ‘til the end
i don’t wanna admit that we’re not gonna fit
”
lies - marina and the diamonds
”

blurrymarina:

you’re too proud to say that you’ve made a mistake
you’re a coward ‘til the end
i don’t wanna admit that we’re not gonna fit

lies - marina and the diamonds

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violentwavesofemotion:

“Go into your loneliness with your love and with your creation;”

Friedrich Nietzsche, from The Complete Works: “Thus Spoke Zarathustra,”

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surimistick:

i was making a lot of mistakes and then my archery instructor said:

“you make mistakes because you’re focusing on the target and not on your actions”

and i was like woah

thanks for giving me the best life advice i’ve ever gotten

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themakeupbrush:
“Cher with makeup by Kevin Aucyon
”

themakeupbrush:

Cher with makeup by Kevin Aucyon

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parisi0n:
“Catherine-Zeta Jones in Les 1001 Nuits
”

parisi0n:

Catherine-Zeta Jones in Les 1001 Nuits

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andrejvidovic:
“ Rafael Romero Barros (Spanish 1832-1895) “Still Life of Oranges” 1863
”

andrejvidovic:

Rafael Romero Barros (Spanish 1832-1895) “Still Life of Oranges” 1863

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driflloon:
“special beauty issue: imade ogbewi for stylist mag france apr. 05, 2018
”

driflloon:

special beauty issue: imade ogbewi for stylist mag france apr. 05, 2018

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autumnalsonata:

“I feel mysteriously exhausted, deep down.”

Anaïs Nin, from a diary entry, written c. January, 1941

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