I cannot get you out of my head. & that is painful.
My baby boy, Inuka on my dash!
But, very strangely, he brings someone else to mind.
If anybody could have saved me, it would have been you. — Virginia Woolf, from her suicide letter to her husband (via lostwithmargaret)
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Sometimes it’s the smallest decisions that can change your life forever. — wtf-icanrelate (via luxury-andfashion)
Lately I’ve been, I’ve been losing sleep. Dreaming about the things that we could be. — wtf-icanrelate (via luxury-andfashion)
Everything we hear is an opinion, not a fact.
Everything we see is a perspective, not the truth. — Marcus Aurelius (via illuminought)
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It is you. It is fucking you. I cannot describe it anymore, it is you. You are the only one that I will ever want. I belong with you. You are my home. I look at you, and somehow I can see 50 years from now on the front porch of some old house in the middle of nowhere and we’re together. I need you. You are the only thing that matters. You are my good.
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