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In the real dark night of the soul it is always 3 o’clock in the morning. —F. Scott Fitzgerald (via squirm-little-bookworm)

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tripudios:

Myrte van Leyden

Someone stop me from reblogging so much NYC.

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lycheealoe:

Metropolis

Bruges, Belgium (by Ferry Vermeer)

I like you, but not too much. I don’t want to like anybody too much. —Sylvia Plath (via durianquotes)

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you don’t even know my name
and I know every constellation —7 Stars, Apples in Stereo

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I just don’t feel comfortable being anyone’s girlfriend. I don’t actually feel comfortable being anyone’s anything. —500 Days of Summer  (via prima-volta)

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