Nanna Schmidt

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  • astound:

    “do not fall in love with people like me. i will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth. i will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. and when i leave you will finally understand, why storms are named after people.”

    — caitlyn siehl (via astound)

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    • 5 years ago
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  • overfierce:

    “You make lists in your head about what you want in a lover, like brown hair and a sweet voice. A sharp mind and a soft heart, a sense of humor that actually makes you laugh like you mean it. This and that. And it’s all bullshit. Because people aren’t lists. And I’ve always wanted to be the person who made someone realize that. I want to come across someone with a list in their head that is nothing like the person I am, and I want to show them what they didn’t even know they were looking for. People who think they know what they want are fooling themselves. Nobody really knows what they want. Not until it’s right in front of them.”

    — Anonymous (via suspend)

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    • 5 years ago
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  • passioneperladanza:
“ Olga Smirnova and Sergei Strelkov rehearsing Melody pdd by Asaf Messerer.
📷 Nikolay Krusser
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    passioneperladanza:

    Olga Smirnova and Sergei Strelkov rehearsing Melody pdd by Asaf Messerer.

    📷 Nikolay Krusser

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    • 5 years ago
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  • “This year I learned to be selfish. Selfish with my time, my heart, my feelings, my mind and most importantly myself. I spent entirely too much time feeling sorry for the things I couldn’t change, wishing for things I didn’t have, and begging for people who did not deserve me. It has taken me two decades to realize I am a prize worth winning, I am a caviar dinner not a gas station hot dog. This year I’ve lost people I thought I couldn’t live without and given myself everything I needed. Next year, I hope I can learn to love myself.”
    — ohsixonethree,  writing prompt #73: Write about the lessons you learned this year. (via wnq-writers)

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