now why is platonic cuddling so frowned upon in society fuck you man if i wanna cuddle my bff i will fucking cuddle my bff youll need a fucking crowbar to pry me off you son of a bitch

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"Eyes. Those damn eyes fucked me forever."
— Charles Bukowski (via booze-women-drugs)

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posted: 5 hours ago
"The French have a phrase for it. The bastards have a phrase for everything and they are always right. To say goodbye is to die a little."
— Raymond Chandler, The Long Goodbye (via larmoyante)

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posted: 5 hours ago

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from Oh, It’s What You Do To Me by captainskellington. les mis modern au: enjolras stumbles across grantaire via youtube comments. french!R. NYC!enjolras pines. they fall in love via email and skype.

hades never gets any work done while persephone is staying with him~~
(i tried to draw something with a bg i’m dead ಥ⌣ಥ)
  • Books 1-3:Fuck yeah, I'm Harry Potter.
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"you have galaxies in your mouth and i want to explore them all"
— a thirteen word story (via tyrades)

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posted: 7 hours ago

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"moon dust in your lungs
stars in your eyes

you are a child of the cosmos
and ruler of the skies"
for em (via trenzalours)

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posted: 7 hours ago

There was a time I would have followed
you anywhere, do you know that?
What I would have done to be the thread
dangling from your favourite shirt,
for you to morph into my overhead luggage
and come see the world with me,
compare ourselves to Rome’s ruins
and wear black in Paris, speak French softly.
I’d run my eyes over monstrous skylines
with your fingers tangled in my hair,
those fingers the only souvenir I’d need
to remind me of every city.

Now you are a stranger and I am terrified
of even brushing shoulders with you.
I see your face explode into a laugh
I know so well but feel so detached from it,
as if I’m watching you through a window
three timezones away.
Your mouth is a ring of fire and the
flames were lit on the equator.
If you rang I’d dodge your phone call,
if we were in the same grocery store
I’d pretend I didn’t see you.

I would have done anything to be
the thread dangling from your favourite shirt,
but today I can barely mumble a hello.
Now, I would travel five light years
to scrub the grit from the
underside of a star if it meant
I didn’t have to see you and be
reminded of all that
I’ve lost.

jessica therese, “Stranger Danger” (via contramonte)

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posted: 8 hours ago
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