"I dream of lost vocabularies that might express some of what we no longer can."
- Jack Gilbert, excerpt from “The Forgotten Dialect Of The Heart” (via junglemusk)

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yansquid:

wanderinginthetardis:

burqalicious:

THE AMOuNT OF secoNDHAND EMBARASSMENT I GET fROM MOvies is uNBELIEVABLE LIKE IF SOMEONE dOES a stupiD thiNG IN A MOVie i have to look away Bc it is Is TOO MUCH FOR ME To HANDLE

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THE IMAGE WON’T LOAD, PLEASE TELL ME THIS IS SPIDERMAN THREE.

(Source: maahammy, via slimemeister)

5evamore:

when i see really attractive people i just laugh because i know if we lived in the aztec culture they’d be sacrificed to the gods for their beauty 

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"It was November—the month of crimson sunsets, parting birds, deep, sad hymns of the sea, passionate wind-songs in the pines. Anne roamed through the pineland alleys in the park and, as she said, let that great sweeping wind blow the fogs out of her soul."
- L.M. Montgomery, Anne of Green Gables (via junglemusk)

(Source: larmoyante, via junglemusk)