(via b0undbyblood)
(via b0undbyblood)
(Source: chasethebreeze, via br0ken-but-smiling)
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(Source: punk-, via b0undbyblood)
It always feels like giving up
There is no relief
No rush
There is a desperate smile
Promises
Hundreds of them
Flutter to the floor
Drifting
I sit at a table till 3am with you
Talking shit
Scribble on a newspaper clipping
Because I can’t stand to be on my own again
I can never escape
Distract and delay and confuse
But I always return
Part of me wants to
(via savingjupit3r)
The White Mosque of Tarim, Yemen.
Taken by Anna Carter.
There is a luxury in self-reproach. When we blame ourselves we feel that no one else has a right to blame us. It is the confession, not the priest that gives us absolution.
— Oscar Wilde, “The Picture of Dorian Gray” (via dantel666)
