El Born, Barcelona 

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You think ‘Okay, I get it, I’m prepared for the worst’, but you hold out that small hope, see, and that’s what fucks you up. That’s what kills you.
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Pavel Ryjenkov

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this is gorgeous but i can’t help but think how scary it would seem at night, the leaves rubbing against the window, shaking in the wind and in the darkness it would mould into lots of shadows in the shape of monsters and witches

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José N. Harris  

Everything you love is here

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Tears shed for another person are not a sign of weakness. They are a sign of a pure heart.
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*rubs hands together* so how much caffeine am I going to dump into my garbage body today

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an intelligent, beautiful woman with a dirty mind that makes you laugh non-stop should be considered a fucking treasure. 

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I want you. I want to throw you against a wall, wrap your legs around my waist and kiss you. Kiss you until we have to stop to catch our breaths. I want you and only you. I want to take you on road trips that lead us to pulling over on the side of the road because we can’t keep our hands off each other. I want you and your flaws. I want your messy makeup from teary eyes as I hold you and talk to you about life. I want the 3am phone calls because you can’t sleep at night. I want to be yours and only yours. I want to taste all your cooking, even if it’s not good, even if it’s experimenting I’d have you cook every meal for the rest of my life. I want you. I want my trembling hands to grab your waist and dance with you in the middle of an empty room. I want to struggle on days when I can’t see you. I want to fight about meaningless stuff that will lead to meaningful sex. I want you. I want your hand to rest on my forearm as we enter a party, so I can reassure you that you are safe with me. I want to sing to you in the shower and have you shut me up with kisses because we both know I’m no singer. I want the ups and downs, the winter and summer days. I want you and only you…
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On the road home

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