No es amor… no es amor. Es una obsesion.
Aventura (via elyann)

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All I’d ever wanted was to forget. But even when I thought I had, pieces had kept emerging, like bits of wood floating up to the surface that only hint at the shipwreck below. Because that is what happens when you try to run from the past. It doesn’t just catch up: it overtakes, blotting out the future, the landscape, the very sky, until there is no path left except that which leads through it, the only one that can ever get you home.
Sarah Dessen  (via slekes)

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africans:

when i posted this on my old blog it had 60k posts lol all of tumblr is sad

pooooooooooooop

im gonna tag it anyway

I used to think I was the only who felt things, but I really am one infinitely small part of an aching humanity. It’s a good thing most people bleed on the inside or this would really be a gory, blood-smeared earth.
Anonymous, Go Ask Alice (via myhazeleyes)

smileisepic:

seriously.

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