plain and simple

Oh, the empty bottle it misses you and I'm the one its talking to.

(Source: cresently, via embracetiamat)

unusualyoung:

À bout de souffle, 1960

(via moremorals)

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(via kwaj)

Don’t worry about your body.
It isn’t as small as it once was,
But honestly, the world needs more of you.
You look in the mirror
like you’ve done something wrong,
But you look perfect.
Anyone who says otherwise is telling a lie
to make you feel weak.
And you know better.
You’ve survived every single day,
for as long as you’ve been alive.
You could spit fire if you wanted.

For My Mother When She Doesn’t Feel Beautiful (via clementinevonradics)

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buzzfeed:

There is no friendship quite like the friendship between a man and his bear.

(via kwaj)

No more pauses for a breath you are never brave enough to take. No more waiting for a train that always brings you back to the very same place. No more settling. Start walking, start running, start burning. No more lying down with the lies that bind your chest and call their shackles safety. No more watching the clock and waiting for the dawn to call you up. Be afraid. The heart, you know, is a literal fist of blood and I can’t think of anything stronger than that. Be afraid until the only thing we have to lose is time.

Finn Butler. (via littlelionette)

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 vvrists)

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