I don’t. I don’t want anybody else to touch you. I’m silly. I get furious if they touch you.

Ernest Hemingway, A Farewell to Arms (via observando)
I’m a drinker,
not a talker.

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I feel so ugly with short hair

(Source: annilagrem)

I like art, and by art I mean music, poetry, sex, paintings, the human body, literature.. All of this is art to me.

Hunter Reveu (via timid)

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If you are irritated by every rub, how will your mirror be polished?

Rumi (via kushandwizdom)