Title: Holocene Artist: Bon Iver 5,895 plays

Someway, baby, it’s part of me, apart from me”
You’re laying waste to Halloween
You fucked it, friend, it’s on its head, it struck the street
You’re in Milwaukee, off your feet

And at once I knew I was not magnificent

Sometimes you end up never speaking to someone who meant the world to you again. And that’s okay. You cope and you survive. Don’t let your losses keep you back from new gains.

I wish someone had told me this when I was hurting, y.g.  (via shrewdshrew)

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areutrippinalaska:

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Sometimes, I sit alone under the stars
and think of the galaxies inside my
heart, and truly wonder if anyone will
ever want to make sense of all that
I am.

Christopher Poindexter (via psych-facts)

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owlturdcomix:

The one constant.

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kaitrokowski:

Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.

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anthongie:

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hellgated:

karaokeandmime:

dennys:

Some Denny’s booths you enter and enjoy a nice meal, others you enter and travel magnificent distances through space and time….

Denny’s what the hell

(via danishnerdess)

thecolorchartreuse:

thatsanita:

So that’s what it’s used for

eating breakfast on the go

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