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(Source: mockingj4y, via aka-n1aller)
(via weed-over-dose)
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I live with pain that is like a wound; if you touch me, you will
do me irreparable harm. Your caresses enfold me, like climbing vines on melancholy walls.
Pablo Neruda, Falling Objects (via i-xvii)
(Source: violentwavesofemotion, via goslinq)













