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This absence. This emptiness. This hollowness. This nothingness. I feel them too much.

Sophia Carey (via wordsnquotes)

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by David G. Forés

We belonged to each other, but had lived so far apart that we belonged to others now.

André Aciman, Call Me By Your Name (via terxture)

Accurate representation of me in literally ANY place that sells books.

Artwork belongs to @delusioninabox 👏👏👏

Her disintegration went down a shaft of phases, every one more racking than the last; for the human brain can become the best torture house of all those it has invented, established and used in millions of years, in millions of lands, on millions of howling creatures.

Vladimir Nabokov, Ada or Ardor: A Family Chronicle (via quotespile)

No one could ever understand me better

This is what I like about photographs. They’re proof that once, even if just for a heartbeat, everything was perfect.

“This is a city of shifting light, of changing skies, of sudden vistas. A city so beautiful it breaks the heart again and again.” -Alexander McCall Smith