“I am that clumsy human, always loving, loving, loving. And loving. And never leaving.”

Kahlo, Frida. The Diary Of Frida Kahlo: An Intimate Self-Portrait.   (via sunflower-mama)

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“September 22. Nothing.”

Franz Kafka, Diaries 1914-1923  (via neko-loid)

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“I remember the first time you held my hand. I don’t know if it was because of the cold or the fact I loved you but fuck, I felt the world rush through my veins.”

11:49pm sadness // im-not-doing-okay (via im-not-doing-okay)

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