"What does you heart want? It’s the question the woman with sad eyes asks me in dreams. I wonder if she knows the answer. There’s such sorrow in her voice. As if she knows what I want and knows already that those things are stars in the sky, entirely out of reach, no matter how high on my toes I stand and stretch for them.
But stars sometimes fall."

� Sangu Mandanna, The Lost Girl (via 4dele)

Just give up on it… it’s not yours, it belongs to someone else

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untitled by cellophanesoul on Flickr.

these shots get me every time

(via underdosing)

I sense love and it’s not for me

I should’ve held onto you… but I got weak and rotten. I hope one day you’ll forgive me because that is what will set us free. Free to either take our own paths or free in the sense that we’ll find our way back to each other. I’m sorry, I am. This is the biggest mistake of my life. Please stay.

"The best thing about the bedroom was the bed. I liked to stay in bed for hours, even during the day with covers pulled up to my chin. It was good in there, nothing ever occurred in there, no people, nothing."

� Charles Bukowski  (via mermaidsongs)

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"Over a lifetime, most people live a number of places before they’re old. So too with relationships—the great ones become home, even if only for a short while. But most relationships turn out to be a lot like train stations or airports where we spend a good deal of time waiting for our ‘flight.’ Granted, some airports are fascinating places with really good restaurants, interesting shops and sometimes even fascinating, romantic chance encounters. But let’s face it, you wouldn’t want to live there and you’d certainly never call one home."

� Jonathan Carroll (via browndresswithwhitedots)

Bilpin, Australia.

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