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Somewhere someone is thinking of you. Someone is calling you an angel. This person is using celestial colors to paint your image. Someone is making you into a vision so beautiful that it can only live in the mind. Someone is thinking of the way your breath escapes your lips when you are touched. How your eyes close and your jaw tightens with concentration as you give pleasure a home. These thoughts are saving a life somewhere right now. In some airless apartment on a dark, urine stained, whore lined street, someone is calling out to you silently and you are answering without even being there. So crystalline. So pure. Such life saving power when you smile. You will never know how you have cauterized my wounds. So sad that we will never touch. How it hurts me to know that I will never be able to give you everything I have
Henry Rollins (via howlingwolfbones)
WHO PUT BELLA IN THE WITCH ELM is a graffiti message that started appearing soon after a 1941 unsolved murder. The graffiti was last sprayed onto the side of a 200 year-old obelisk on 18 August 1999, in white paint. On 18 April, 1943, four boys were poaching in Hagley Woods near to Wychbury Hill when they came across a large Wych Hazel, a tree often confused by local residents with a Wych Elm. Believing this a good place to hunt birds’ nests, one boy attempted to climb the tree to investigate. As he was climbing, he glanced down into the hollow trunk and discovered a skull, believing it to be that of an animal. However, after seeing human hair and teeth, he realized that he was holding a human skull.
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(via imgTumble)I remember my trip two years ago, to San Francisco. I took a cab to this bridge while my sister was on a conference call.
I stood there for about two hours, looking down, people watching, and wondering how far down the water was.
A girl sat next to me, and asked me, “You’re not going to jump„ are you?”
I smiled and reassured her I wasn’t. That I was just a tourist.
She then said, “You look a lot like my sister. I’m sorry, I don’t mean to make you uncomfortable. But I had to ask, can I hug you? You just look so much like her.”
I felt awkward at first, but then I realized. “She jumped?”
This girl’s face just crumpled, and she started crying. I hugged her, without a second thought, and for some reason I apologized. Not sure what else I could say.
She goes, “Those were the last words she ever spoke to me.”
And I will never forget this girl, her name was Ariana.
omg that^ i’m CRYING
OH MY GOD REBLOGGING FOR THAT BEAUTIFUL STORY OMFG
:c OMG. I’M IN TEARS.
actually in tears
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“I don’t suppose I really know you very well - but I know you smell like the delicious damp grass that grows near old walls and that your hands are beautiful opening out of your sleeves and that the back of your head is a mossy sheltered cave when there is trouble in the wind and that my cheek just fits the depression in your shoulder.”
—Zelda Fitzgerald, in a letter to F. Scott Fitzgerald
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someone remind me of this, patiently and gently and repetitively D:
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I will keep this photo posted for 1 week.
Every time someone Reblogs this photo I will donate 10 cent to charity: water
charity: water provides clean and safe drinking water to those who most desperately need it.
After the money is donated I will post proof of donation.Show you care & Reblog.
<3
guys, reblog this photo! don’t care if it’s not your “type.”
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