I'm Convinced The Love Of My Life Is Ranting About Holding Hands And Kissing My Temple In Their Dark

What kind of a life would you want if you had the freedom and resources to choose?

Personally a little overstuffed cottage by the fields, a little family, a small library and a florist stall at the front would suffice.

Storm.

We create them.

With a web of lies,

And fake cries.

Then we sigh

When we are too high,

With all the water

Above the head.

We weep again this time

With real tears instead.

But the storm can't be stopped now.

Its no use to keep wondering how?

And so its starts to rain.

And so we regret everything

But all in vain.

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Look at your wrist, see the blueish veins? The blood flowing through them contains hemoglobin, a protein that has four iron atoms incorporated into its structure. Iron is only naturally produced in one place, it can only be forged in the core of dying stars.

Every time you look at your veins, remember that you are built from, and kept alive by, pieces of stardust.

I’m not even kidding when I say I wish I had a friend that wanted to buy a house w me

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love this bohemian maximalism

Not knowing names of songs I liked in a public place will forever come to haunt me in my dreams.

How do these four walls, contain my wild soul?

I like art that depicts women not posing seductively or gracefully but simply existing as human beings.

Why is it always what kind of music do you listen to and never let's make a playlist together :/