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Tell me. Tell me with your eyes.
James Joyce, from Exiles: A Play In Three Acts
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Working hard for something we don’t care about is called stress; working hard for something we love is called passion.

Perhaps your broken pieces and my broken pieces can come together and make something beautiful.
Unknown (via thelovenotebook)

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Or maybe home is just two arms wrapped around you when you’re at your worst.

A purpose of human life, no matter who is controlling it, is to love whoever is around to be loved.
Kurt Vonnegut (via quotemadness)

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hplyrikz:
“Clear your mind here
”

hplyrikz:

Clear your mind here

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I miss you more at night