do you ever hate someone so much but you don’t even have a valid reason
you’re just like
no
(via smileyface-)
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He loved her, he loved her, and until he’d loved her she had never minded being alone.
Truman Capote, Summer Crossing (via dulcetdecember)
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From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.
Edvard Munch (via dulcetdecember)
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