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When gods die, they die hard. It’s not like they fade away, or grow old, or fall asleep. They die in fire and pain, and when they come out of you, they leave your guts burned. It hurts more than anything you can talk about. And maybe worst of all is, you’re not sure if there will ever be another god to fill their place. Or if you’d ever want another god to fill their place. You don’t want fire to go out inside you twice. —The Wednesday Wars by Gary D. Schmidt (via nerd-chic)

kanerd:

#F IS FOR FRIENDS WHO DO STUFF TOGETHER #U IS FOR YOU AND ME #N IS FOR NOT TELLING YOU THAT I’M THE CHESAPEAKE RIPPER SO I CAN SPEND QUALITY TIME WITH YOU WILL #DOWN HERE IN THE DEEP BLUE SEA

basemental:

please stop being cute it makes my heart sad because i can’t nap with you

Every single day during our relationship, no matter where in the world I was, I´d get a telegram from Frank saying he loved me and missed me.

I sit before flowers
hoping they will train me in the art
of opening up —The Student, Shane Koyczan  (via bokura)

mehmetnevzaterdogan:

snow white

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ethicalbutchering:

The Mincing Ravenstag’s Guide to Troubled Psychopaths (x)