So Do all who live to see such times

I hope the exit is joyful and I hope never to return.

—   The last words of Frida Kahlo written in her diary (July 1954)

(Source: derniers-mots, via clubre)

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“Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet.”

—   Plato (via observando)

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llbwwb:

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budvveiser:

do you think clouds look down on people and think “that ones shaped like an idiot”

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“Maybe you had to leave in order to really miss a place; maybe you had to travel to figure out how beloved your starting point was.”

—   Jodi Picoult, Handle With Care (via observando)

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llbwwb:


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“Everyone who terrifies you is sixty-five percent water. And everyone you love is made of stardust, and I know sometimes you cannot even breathe deeply, and the night sky is no home, and you have cried yourself to sleep enough times that you are down to your last two percent, but nothing is infinite, not even loss. You are made of the sea and the stars, and one day you are going to find yourself again.”

—   Finn Butler  (via c1tizen-of-theworld)

(Source: oofpoetry, via urban-republic)