heart food
Be a stranger for me, because lovers leave.
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kompajunior:

Henri Matisse: Blue Nude (Memory of Biskra), 1907

kompajunior:

Henri Matisse: Blue Nude (Memory of Biskra), 1907

You must learn to let go. Release the stress. You were never in control anyway.
Steve Maraboli, Life, the Truth, and Being Free (via gentleeearthling)
We all have souls of different ages.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Beautiful and Damned (via teenager90s)
We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, “O me! O life!… of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless… of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?” Answer: that you are here; that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?
Robin Williams as John Keating in The Dead Poets Society (via ask-morganathefallen)
Nothings breaks you like loving madly and behaving wisely.
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