the time dances around my heart, sewn with the blood of tears. So if the cold rain falls on my scarred shoulders, I won't shiver. My eyes wont drift from the sands that slip through my fingers. So across the abyss that rests in my soul, a bridge I will build, stronger than ever. before my requiem and until the end.
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Wood Bed frame 
—> Variable Threads <—
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visualechoess:

Santorini - by: Gürkan Gündoğdu
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DDDDDAAAAMMMMNNNN I LOVE THIS
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LOL
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brook:

samurott:

why do chihuahuas looks like they are scared the whole time

who wouldn’t be afraid in this economy

(via hotboyproblems)

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