eartheld:
“leaberphotos:
“ I swear it’s just a breeze, Or raindrops of empathy
Ecola State Park, Oregon
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finehoney:
“ i wanted to try animation but i am also very lazy, this ballerina is the result !!! her name is Jaimé
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He’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.Emily Brontë (via lifeofquotations)

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6 years ago // 1,230 notes
urie:
“in orlando tonight
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taurean-the-bully:

boys-and-suicide:

I don’t want my kids growing up afraid to tell me things. You drank? Okay. You smoked? Okay. You’re struggling? That’s alright. I want them to be able to talk to me without feeling like they’re going to be punished, so they end up isolating and keeping things from me. I want them to feel safe opening up to me without fear or judgment. When it’s hard to trust anyone nowadays, I want them to know I am always here, even when everyone leaves. 

“When you punish a child for their honesty they begin to lie.”

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6 years ago // 766,233 notes

Romance and dating is usually, “Okay, we’ve been on 10 dates or 25 dates or whatever, we’re in love! We’ve been dating for 18 months and it’s great, let’s get married! We’re married now, we’ve arrived!”

But friendship – no matter what kind it is: normative best friendship, passionate friendship, romantic friendship, queerplatonic friendship – is: “Who are you? I think I like you. Now I know you more. I like you more. Now I know you more. I like you more. You’ve changed. Who are you now? I know you again. I like you again. I know you more. I love you. I know you more. I love you. I just saw you in a new way. Still love you.”

Marie S. Crosswell, An Aromantic Approach to Love
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6 years ago // 2,479 notes
coastiah:
“flahei:
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