I can’t think of anything to write about, I’m just walking around here between the lines, under the light of your eyes, in the breadth of your mouth as in a beautiful happy day, which remains beautiful and happy, even when the head is sick and tired. Franz Kafka, Letters to Milena (via levantineviper)

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h0odrich:

BITCH IS TOO REAL
untrustyou:

Jeremy Snell 
broswag32:

unlively:

virginityclub:

my new favorite post on tumblr

The Kite Runner.

Fucking real shit.
ryedragon:

inritum:

reblog and make a wish!this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)

OH MY FUCKING GOD, IT’S BACK ON MY DASH.
THIS SHIT WORKS OKAY, I AM DEAD SERIOUS.
The last time I saw this on my dash, I didn’t think it would happen, so jokingly I wished I could go to a fun. concert.
AND GUESS WHAT, I WENT TO A FUCKING FUN. CONCERT.
THIS SHIT WORKS, TRY IT.
tammaranassar:

love… and other things
Absence, the highest form of presence. James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man (via larmoyante)

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