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God, I just love it when you say my name.
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my blood gets bossy sometimes, you hear that,
you hear how
a body can be convinced of all it sees— Amie Zimmerman, from “Poor Light,” published in Sixth Finch
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Il gusto del macabro inebria solo i forti !
Charles Baudelaire
(via newplaces2drown)
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Looking forward to 2019🎉
#ducatiobsession
📸 @ib.mv
@ivanprdn_
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#ducati1199 #panigale #1199 #1299 #superlaggera #termignoni #akrapovic #ducatiperformance #racing #carbonfiber #ducati #ducatimonster #ducaticorse #2019
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(via sleepyspacebb)
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womanhood and having a voyeuristic relationship with your own pain
“am i suffering beautifully?” “is my agony lovable?”
(via sleepyspacebb)
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I’m sad
that all the boobies are gone.
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See ya. Wouldn’t wanna be ya.
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Seriously,
fuck you so much.
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“Whatever I have loved, I have taken its name in vain.” — Sumita Chakraborty, from “Basic Questions,” published in Glass (via lifeinpoetry)(via lifeinpoetry)
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“Pain may arise; don’t worsen it with resistance. Pleasure may arise; don’t diminish it by grasping. Allow all to be as it is.” — Wu Hsin (via aspiritualwarrior)(via psych2go)