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seriously, how could you all be so heartless?
Cubone is one of my favourites, how are there not thousands of notes on this!
Have a heart people. HAVE A HEART!!!!
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Gah!!! I want it so bad! Excuse me while I do nothing for a couple of months except fantasize about having a house full of stuff like this.
(via keyperscove)
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Best. Phone. Ever.
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<3 :)
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^_^ it brings me so much joy!!! <3
(via drfaceyface)
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#1 - Turrets
#2 - a fancy gate
#3 - a LOT of trees :)
#4 - some kind of water with lilies
#5 - A double staircase
#6 - A cosy little reading room :)
#7 - A library <3
#8 - A hidden room
#9 - A creepy old attic
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“There is a pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is a rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society, where none intrudes,
By the deep sea, and music in its roar:
I love not man the less, but Nature more,
From these our interviews, in which I steal
From all I may be, or have been before,
To mingle with the Universe, and feel
What I can ne’er express, yet cannot all conceal.”- Lord George Gordon Byron
youmightfindyourself: Flower Seller, Dal Lake, Kashmir, 1996 by Steve McCurry
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Scars remind us where we’ve been; they don’t dictate where we’re going.
(All the best advice comes from Criminal Minds)
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Every now and again, when your motivation is down and your confidence in your own abilities has been shot to the ground, some wonderful stranger will walk in and out of your life without you even noticing the smile they left behind. One day, without warning, some little thing will remind you of them, and you’ll realise that even though you barely knew them, and they barely spent a moment in your life, they were the one who got you through; the one who taught you to trust yourself again.
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My love, I’ll sing a lullaby,
And while you rest your eyes upon the moon,
I’ll watch you close then, pale and tired,
As those grey shadows ‘neath your eyes turn blue.
Blue as the sky when morning comes,
And that grey moon is gone from here to hide.
When her pale face in sleep is hung,
She dreams herself once more the earth’s pale bride.
I wait for day to quell the fears
That swarm beneath your eyes in disarray,
Where pale hands wiped your icey tears
And stole your colour as a tournequet.
But love, to soul those shadows grow,
The moon has trapped you in her masquerade.
And so she sings to you of home,
In that dark hour when every blue turns grey.
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People talk about their hearts breaking when love dies.
But I think your heart breaks when you fall in love, you just don’t notice until whoever keeps you held together in your precarious state disappears.
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madame-savvy asked: You write so beautifully. So beautifully.
And I want you to know that I will always, always be here for you. Even when it seems like I'm not. I am. Talk to me, okay? We'll have a sleepover when I get back, and we're going to talk. Stay up til dawn, sleep through the day, then go crazy. =)
I love you.N’aww shucks! lol I really don’t, but thankyou.
That sounds like an excellent plan to me :) shanks…can’t wait till you’re back!!! Love you to bits xoxo
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Good Riddance
I’ve made it through a year, no thanks to you.
I made it through today without a tear.
I’ve finally accepted what I knew.
I made it through today without you here.
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(via velvetropes-and-guitars)
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Billy, don’t you understand?
– (*Fin) - Anberlin
Timothy stood as long as he could and now
You made his faith disappear;
More like a magician and less like a man of the cloth.
We’re not questioning God,
Just those he chose to carry on His cross.
We’re no better, you’ll see.
Just all of us, the lost causes.
