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Tijuana, México.

Things, people, feelings... they don't change; they grow up. Evolve.

Anything can grow up, but it doesn't change.

August 31, 2014 at 11:35pm
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Short Term 12 (Destin Cretton, 2013)


Short Term 12 (Destin Cretton, 2013)

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You can’t keep dancing with the devil and ask why you’re still in hell

— Something my friend told me the other day (via dolly-kitten)

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August 30, 2014 at 9:55pm
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Pero soy parte de la sociedad.

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Tengo veinte años y no puedo ser controlado.

Soy muy joven para obedecer preceptos morales.

Y apenas caigo en cuenta.

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…and you drink a little too much and try a little too hard. And you go home to a cold bed and think, That was fine. And your life is a long line of fine.

— Flynn, Gillian. Gone Girl.  (via wordsnquotes)

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Three passions, simple but overwhelmingly strong, have governed my life: the longing for love, the search for knowledge, and unbearable pity for the suffering of mankind.

— Bertrand Russell (via unmaiden)

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(by Evan J Atwood)


(by Evan J Atwood)

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Until we have seen someone’s darkness, we don’t really know who they are. Until we have forgiven someone’s darkness, we don’t really know what love is.

—  Marianne Williamson (via psych-facts)

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I do not know which to prefer,
The beauty of inflections
Or the beauty of innuendos,
The blackbird whistling
Or just after.

— Wallace Stevens (via likeafieldmouse)

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August 29, 2014 at 8:41pm
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No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart.

— F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (via supgnomie)

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I drop in and out
of the pockets sewn
loosely across your heart

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