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There is no sailor, there is no sea, there is no you or even me
I let it go. It’s like swimming against the current. It exhausts you. After a while, whoever you are, you just have to let go, and the river brings you home.
written by Joanne Harris, Five Quarters of the Orange (via coyotegold)

(Source: larmoyante, via langleav)

Everyone’s fucked up. You’ve just gotta decide what kinda fucked up you’re into.
written by (via deadlyvibes)

(Source: kushandwizdom, via take-my-bones-away)

If I die, I will wait for you, do you understand? No matter how long. I will watch from beyond to make sure you live every year you have to its fullest, and then we’ll have so much to talk about when I see you again…
written by Jeaniene Frost (via observando)