NO.
Awesome but NO
Reblogged from Agent 3Z
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Bedroom Italian Country Style By Stefano Silvestrini Gorni architects - Studio Associate Archiplan , Bulgarelli snc
Reblogged from Just The Design
Ramblings of a deluded mind: Don't Fall For Her
There’s something about challenges, or just self-destruction that attracts men to her. Sure, she’s got the looks, plenty of them. She’s a looker through and through. The kind of girl that makes guys walk into doors without even trying. There’s a lot more to it though.
She’s not a girl to stay in…
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Reblogged from Gemini
Tumultuous Tea Time Trinkets: Weatherwoman
You want me to experience life — live to the fullest, yet never know strife;
You’re an oxymoron and almost too much for me.
I’d rather say your blue is my orange than your black is my white —
I think day is the same as night, but it’s sunsets and rainfalls
Where difference means life.You’re the…
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When you grow up with parents
who are poor both in money and
love, you learn how to get by,
just barely,with as few kisses on the forehead
as possible and few cents towards
your future,When you grow up with people
who never pay you much money
or attention, you learn how to
make due, but you never forget
who forgot to give you
what you deserved.
Reblogged from Truth is Stranger Than Fiction
Unbreak Me
Cast a spell on me.
Make me forget
what it’s like to be in pain.
Remind me
that people can love
without restraint
and that not all live
within uncrossable boundaries.
Show me that I am cherished
and worthy of every minute
that you have to share
and that you would give anything
to prove it.
Make me ache to live
and to want for life.
Make me feel again.
Unbreak me.
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“
When you are small, if you reach out, and nobody takes your hand, you stop reaching out, and reach inside, instead.
— Amanda Eyre Ward, How to Be Lost (via pigmenting)
Reblogged from misguided ghosts
“
I want you to know that it is not always easy to love me. That sometimes my chest is a field full of landmines, and where you went last night, you can’t go tomorrow. There is no manual, there is no road map, no help line you can call; my body does not come with instructions, and sometimes even I don’t know what to do with it. This cannot be easy. But still, you touch me anyway.
— Ivan E. Coyote (via nunmilk)
Reblogged from All mankind love a lover.
Title obvious.
Those eyes.
Those ‘come to bed’ eyes.
Those ‘stop whatever you’re doing’ eyes.
Those ‘take me, take me fucking now’ eyes.
Those
‘See me. See the
hurt, fear and pain
as I give it all up for
you, my
love. I want you
like I’ve never wanted anything
or anyone before.
I am here for you, completely.
Divine,
naked and true.
This is what love
actually is’
eyes.
Those eyes.
Reblogged from Who is like dog?
Tumultuous Tea Time Trinkets: Weatherwoman
You want me to experience life — live to the fullest, yet never know strife;
You’re an oxymoron and almost too much for me.
I’d rather say your blue is my orange than your black is my white —
I think day is the same as night, but it’s sunsets and rainfalls
Where difference means life.You’re the…
Reblogged from Tumultuous Tea Time Trinkets
On The Edge, Through The Void.: A History Of Sex: Part 3
When I was fourteen, I met my soulmate in an AOL chat room. Back when AOL was one of the most popular dial up services in America. I spent a lot of time online back then too. I also wrote more than I do now. Albeit it wasn’t poetry, musings, or short stories. All my fiction was in the form of…
Reblogged from On The Edge, Through The Void.
Title obvious.
Those eyes.
Those ‘come to bed’ eyes.
Those ‘stop whatever you’re doing’ eyes.
Those ‘take me, take me fucking now’ eyes.
Those
‘See me. See the
hurt, fear and pain
as I give it all up for
you, my
love. I want you
like I’ve never wanted anything
or anyone before.
I am here for you, completely.
Divine,
naked and true.
This is what love
actually is’
eyes.
Those eyes.
Reblogged from Who is like dog?
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