Ballerina edition.

Ballerina edition.

She’s like smoke: you think you’re seeing her clearly enough, but when you reach for her, there’s nothing there. Ryū Murakami, Audition  (via thenocturnals)

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arwenevenstars:

do you ever listen to a song and feel this deep inconsolable sadness that makes your chest physically ache but yet it’s the most beautiful feeling in the world

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boywandering:

If you told me that you loved me, then perhaps I might believe it. Believe you and those words that you’ve crafted and composed. But when you look me in the eyes and whisper that you’ll always love me, my dear, well I’ll hold you close forever and give you my life, my love, my all to keep you near.

I don’t want just words. If that’s all you have for me, you’d better go. F. Scott Fitzgerald (via mfaurrieta)

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itsonlymilk:

Don’t be in such a rush to fall in love, child. Yes you may taste that first spoonful and believe the way it teases your tongue and stirs your senses delightful. But love is another law of nature, and you’ll see that the richest parts of that soup will find their way to the bottom, the final days of summer vacation somehow feel the sweetest, and many things worth looking for are found in the place we look last.

Now that october’s ending, I don’t know what to do with myself. Ugh. I hate you all.

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ughihavetochangemyurl:

I miss my best friend :( And junior year :( 

ew, why did i look like that. haha, i miss you kylie :’(

ughihavetochangemyurl:

I miss my best friend :( And junior year :( 

ew, why did i look like that. haha, i miss you kylie :’(