kari-shma:

Barcelona by Gokhun Guneyhan

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April 5

brittanykaay:

I have been here! My bf took me here while I was in Spain!!!! I love him so much!!

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April 3

2headedsnake:

artdoxa.com:kositartmoz:la

Alex Kim - “Labyrinths”, Painting, Mixed media on canvas, 2011, 120 x 120 x 3 cm

April 3

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April 1

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March 30

heard enough of all that cliche bullshit “we have to tell the people we love that we love them ,everyday $^$^%$^%$&^”

Unspoken love, quiet emotions, are always the most pure, beautiful, and often the most honest.

March 23

jazz ftw

March 18

idreamtofanarchitect:

Why should something so ugly as man have a voice

while nature remains silenced?

maybe silence is a beauty itself.

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March 12

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December 5

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November 30

freshome.com
November 27

“People think a soul mate is your perfect fit, and that’s what everyone wants. But a true soul mate is a mirror, the person who shows you everything that is holding you back, the person who brings you to your own attention so you can change your life.

A true soul mate is probably the most important person you’ll ever meet, because they tear down your walls and smack you awake. But to live with a soul mate forever? Nah. Too painful. Soul mates, they come into your life just to reveal another layer of yourself to you, and then leave.

A soul mates purpose is to shake you up, tear apart your ego a little bit, show you your obstacles and addictions, break your heart open so new light can get in, make you so desperate and out of control that you have to transform your life, then introduce you to your spiritual master…”

- ― Elizabeth Gilbert, Eat, Pray, Love

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I am terrified by this dark thing that sleeps in me. - Sylvia Plath 

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She had been born of the sea. Her fingernails were as glistening and uneven as mother of pearl and her eyes were ocean caves. On windy days she would lie on her back on her bed, her soft blond hair falling away in waves, and watch the trees dance through her window. - iekeliene//erastu 

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