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Paradise.

niick4:

“So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.” 

Todo lo que he escrito sobre mi destino —con esperanzas o con temor, en broma o en serio— me mortifica.

“La invención de Morel”, Adolfo Bioy Casares.  (via danzadecuervos)

(via rebus-pulido)


how could you not reblog this i mean really


omg
conversemusic:

Converse’s music Tumblr is here. Let’s rage.
GIF by Matthias Brown
 
 

A haiku about how I feel right now

ron-mexico-the-party-man:

Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck

(via skankeny)

unf0rqiven:

too true
saltywhisperss:

http://saltywhisperss.tumblr.com/
nephilimaura:

where free-will is no longer relevant

Nobody will protect you from your suffering. You can’t cry it away or eat it away or starve it away or walk it away or punch it away or even therapy it away. It’s just there, and you have to survive it. You have to endure it. You have to live through it and love it and move on and be better for it and run as far as you can in the direction of your best and happiest dreams across the bridge that was built by your own desire to heal.

Cheryl Strayed (via moaka)

(via paperback-spines)