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I just want to express my personality outside my routine which is following me wherever I go..so follow me:)

miszkinis:

Santiago Rusinol,
Before the Morphine, 1890
Morphine, 1894


Loving you is a battle I won’t surrender.

— (via ohlovequotes)

All parents damage their children. It cannot be helped. Youth, like pristine glass, absorbs the prints of its handlers. Some parents smudge, others crack, a few shatter childhoods completely into jagged little pieces, beyond repair.

— Mitch Albom, The Five People You Meet in Heaven (via observando)

riannafinch:

staceythinx:

My new favorite Pinterest board: Women Who Read (Art)

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God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him. How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers? What was holiest and mightiest of all that the world has yet owned has bled to death under our knives: who will wipe this blood off us? What water is there for us to clean ourselves? What festivals of atonement, what sacred games shall we have to invent? Is not the greatness of this deed too great for us? Must we ourselves not become gods simply to appear worthy of it?

— Friedrich Nietzsche (via essentia-vitae)

I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.

— Franz Kafka, The Metamorphosis  (via schlafwandel)