Sometimes late at night I think about all the things that have been, all the things that haven’t been and all the things yet to be. If my heart could explode into a billion tiny pieces and scatter themselves all over the world. If I could live on sunlight and the city sounds and fall asleep in those thousands of lighted windows. I wonder if this world will ever make sense to me, if I will ever truly understand anything… and if there’s really anything to understand at all.

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Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up.
~ Louise Erdrich, The Painted Drum (via conflictingheart)

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maruti-bitamin:

Inktober day 7!

maruti-bitamin:

Inktober day 7!

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There are accepted revolutions, revolutions which are called revolutions; there are refused revolutions, which are called riots.
Les Miserables Volume 5, Book 1, Chapter 20 (via oddhour)

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bucky-oh-bucky:

whatsbetterthanfantasy:

last-snowfall:

Yeah cats TOTALLY only like us for food and have no emotional dependency at all.

THIS IS SO CUTE I CANT

it’s like, human, excuse me, i would like you to pet me. thank you.

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