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take my hand and my heart and soul, I will only have these eyes for you
Anonymous asked Naar welke universiteit ga je? xx

Radboud!!! 

lifestyleoftheunemployed:

Lifestyle of the Unemployed

ggaga:

i hate how you’re just born out of nowhere and you’re forced to go to school and get education so you can get a job what if i wanted to be a duck

tastier:

more here! ^-^
first day of uni went well bitchez!! except for the fact that i don’t have my books yet and i didn’t bring any pens or notebooks
however, im eating pizza
daughterofgollum asked You have a beautiful soul

omg ilysm 

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I was ready to love the whole world, but no one understood me, and I learned to hate.
-Mikhail Lermontov, A Hero of Our Time (via feellng)

oH MY GOD ALT J IS COMING TO AMSTERDAM

824706:

FKA Twigs - Ache

i beg you to stay
i am lonely without your face
your love made my heart go boom
so i might lose myself in you

periodicult:

Georges Rech, Harper’s Bazaar, September 1985. Photograph by Alberto d’Ell Orto.

I love being horribly straightforward. I love sending reckless text messages (because how reckless can a form of digitized communication be?) and telling people I love them and telling people they are absolutely magical humans and I cannot believe they really exist. I love saying, Kiss me harder, and You’re a good person, and, You brighten my day. I live my life as straight-forward as possible.
Because one day, I might get hit by a bus.

Maybe it’s weird. Maybe it’s scary. Maybe it seems downright impossible to just be—to just let people know you want them, need them, feel like, in this very moment, you will die if you do not see them, hold them, touch them in some way whether its your feet on their thighs on the couch or your tongue in their mouth or your heart in their hands.

But there is nothing more beautiful than being desperate.

And there is nothing more risky than pretending not to care.

We are young and we are human and we are beautiful and we are not as in control as we think we are. We never know who needs us back. We never know the magic that can arise between ourselves and other humans.

We never know when the bus is coming.


-Lewis, Rachel C.. Tell The People You Love That You Love Them. (via prufrockslovesong)