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Nærøyfjord - Norway by Tomasz Furmanek

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In six days I’ll get on a plane and leave the man that I love. I’ll spend fall, winter and spring 6000 miles away from him. 8 months of constant sadness, heartache so vicious, almost physical… The worst part - I’ve done it once before. And I’m afraid that this time it’ll kill me, or drive me insane, or worse…

Almost. It’s a big word for me. I feel it everywhere. Almost home. Almost happy. Almost changed. Almost, but not quite. Not yet. Soon, maybe.

— Joan Bauer (via sharingneedles)


Do you ever wonder about how an author would describe you in a novel? Not only your appearance but the way you talk and laugh and hold yourself and all the expressions on your face?


chibs in every episode
∟ 7.01 "black widower"

I’m not gonna lose my club.

I gave so much to someone who never appreciated it.

— 10 word story (via psych-facts)

I get way too sensitive when I get attached to someone. I can detect the slightest change in the tone of their voice, and suddenly I’m spending all day trying to figure out what I did wrong.

— Humans of New York - Amman, Jordan  (via hefuckin)

I think I might murder the next person who says they love me and leaves

— 7/31/14 3:18 AM (via exulis)

Don’t you get it? I chose you, over anyone else. I always fucking choose you.

— (via luftnot)