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There it goes again. That heavy feeling in your chest when you don’t feel any desire to speak or move. All you want to do is close your eyes and sleep, because the process of being broken is incredibly exhausting. You attempt your best to make your days fulfilling, but no matter how hard you try you can’t seem to connect to anyone or anything.
Unknown (via splitterherzen)

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freakypup:

love poem for myself / collection of things i’m working towards believing, part 1. i made this for my comics project! sorry the scan quality isn’t so great.

hqlines:

~ Charles Baudelaire

meminesis:

Dissolution I

Photoretouching; solvents on photography, 20x28cm.

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maisonobscurite:

girlannachronism:

Maison Martin Margiela fall 2011 couture by Sylvain-Emmanuel Prieur

Follow Overdeauxis/Maison Obscurite, the new blog after been deleted!

letargos:

Daniel Tobias Braun
Cyanotypie, 1996

slickster46-ler:

This is the most perfect summary of the German language I’ve ever seen

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notmydate:

drunkonfairyblood:

notmydate:

Martin Freeman | Who Do You Think You Are?

#eternal crying

Reblogging because of this from a recent interview Martin gave:

His parents divorced when he was 1 and he lived mostly with his father, a naval officer, until his sudden death from a heart attack when Freeman was 10. “At the time, I probably tried to brush my dad’s death under the carpet. I didn’t want people to feel sorry for me. I was small, I was pretty sickly and asthmatic; people already went ‘little Martin’. But when I was 17 or 18, I realized that losing a parent is a big deal. It was devastating in a way that I was unable to acknowledge at the time.” His eyes tear up. “Sometimes I wonder if I heard his voice now, would it be the same as it is my memory?

Never apologize for showing feeling. When you do so, you apologize for the truth.
Benjamin Disraeli (via larmoyante)

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My solitude doesn’t depend on the presence or absence of people; on the contrary, I hate who steals my solitude without, in exchange, offering me true company.
Friedrich Nietzsche (via seols)

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