When you live in the dark for so long, you begin to love it. And it loves you back, and isn’t that the point? You think, the face turns to the shadows, and just as well. It accepts, it heals, it allows.



But it also devours.


Raymond Carver, Late Fragment.
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“Sometimes you meet a person and you just click—you’re comfortable with them, like you’ve known them your whole life, and you don’t have to pretend to be anyone or anything.”

Alexandra Ardonetto (via onlinecounsellingcollege)

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robotchichi:

foggy night - the north carolina school of science and math, november 16, 2013

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thirtydaysnorth:

can we do this?

thirtydaysnorth:

can we do this?

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One day, whether you
are 14,
28 
or 65

you will stumble upon
someone who will start
a fire in you that cannot die.

However, the saddest,
most awful truth
you will ever come to find––

is they are not always
with whom we spend our lives.


Beau Taplin, "The Awful Truth" {Hunting Season – 28 copies left}  (via sne)

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“There’s that word again. Need. I need you. I need you to need me. How nauseating, to need another human being, as if their heart is in your throat. Love isn’t about need. Don’t romanticize the notion of desperation. Let me let you in on a secret: you don’t need me and I don’t need you. We can get through life just fine without each other. Love is not wanting to. We want each other, we want skin and hands and all our daily scars. We want intoxication and art museums and intertwined limbs. We want ferocity in our lips and tracing slow, small circles on our stomachs. I don’t need you in my life, but goddamn I want you in it.”

All the Want in the World Cannot Fit in Our Hands  (via queer-lust)

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