You are the smell before rain..

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nbchannibal: No one wears a suit like Mads - Even GQ knows...

Wed, 19 Jun 2013 23:40:33 -0400

nbchannibal:

No one wears a suit like Mads - Even GQ knows that!

connotativewords: January 19, 2013 just a reminder

Wed, 19 Jun 2013 23:20:39 -0400

connotativewords:

January 19, 2013

just a reminder

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lacewings: “Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are...

Wed, 19 Jun 2013 22:27:41 -0400

lacewings:

“Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.”
— Emily Brontë

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vimandvigour:

Wed, 19 Jun 2013 20:16:39 -0400

vimandvigour:

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Wed, 19 Jun 2013 19:32:57 -0400

little-uno: thatstoomainstream: It’s weird how in animals seeing ribs/collar&hip bones is...

Wed, 19 Jun 2013 18:49:19 -0400

little-uno:

thatstoomainstream:

It’s weird how in animals seeing ribs/collar&hip bones is considered sick or even abusive, but in people that’s considered beautiful.

This may have just changed my life.

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"Not a word passes between us, not because we have nothing to say, but because we don’t have to say..."

Wed, 19 Jun 2013 15:54:49 -0400

““Not a word passes between us, not because we have nothing to say, but because we don’t have to say anything.””

- Khaled Hosseini, The Kite Runner (via thatkindofwoman)

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connotativewords: Incubus | I Miss You (acoustic) You do...

Wed, 19 Jun 2013 00:19:43 -0400

connotativewords:

Incubus | I Miss You (acoustic)

You do something to me that I can’t explain.

So would I be out of line if I said I miss you?

"I wish I wrote the way I thought; Obsessively, Incessantly, With maddening hunger. I’d write to the..."

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 20:16:41 -0400

“I wish I wrote the way I thought;
Obsessively,
Incessantly,
With maddening hunger.
I’d write to the point of suffocation.
I’d write myself into nervous breakdowns,
Manuscripts spiralling out like tentacles into abysmal nothing.
And I’d write about you
a lot more
than I should.”

- Benedict Smith, I Wish I Wrote The Way I Thought (via erraticintrovert)

She has good taste.

Tue, 18 Jun 2013 19:35:49 -0400

She has good taste.