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Madre mia!

Asegún yo mera así soy

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You don’t fall in love like you fall in a hole. You fall like falling through space. It’s like you jump off your own private planet to visit someone else’s planet. And when you get there it all looks different: the flowers, the animals, the colours people wear. It is a big surprise falling in love because you thought you had everything just right on your own planet, and that was true, in a way, but then somebody signalled to you across space and the only way you could visit was to take a giant jump. Away you go, falling into someone else’s orbit and after a while you might decide to pull your two planets together and call it home. And you can bring your dog. Or your cat. Your goldfish, hamster, collection of stones, all your odd socks. (The ones you lost, including the holes, are on the new planet you found.)

And you can bring your friends to visit. And read your favourite stories to each other. And the falling was really the big jump that you had to make to be with someone you don’t want to be without. That’s it.

PS You have to be brave.

How you fall in love, and more deceptively simple yet profound children’s questions answered by scientists, philosophers, and writers

thekawaiiangel:

awkwardsituationist:

“world of averages” - composite images culled from thousands of individual portraits resulting in symmetrical average faces

this was too cool not to reblog

This is the watch i need!

My alone feels so good, I’ll only have you if you’re sweeter than my solitude.
Warsan Shire (via larmoyante)

chanelempire:

dior-models:

waakeme-up:

PEOPLE LIKE THIS EXIST HE IS A REAL PERSON LET THAT SINK IN

oh hello there 

it reblogged itself

I wrote a poem about it, and then threw it away, because that’s the last thing I need right now: More words dedicated to people who will never dedicate a single thing to me.
Thought Catalog (via swimmingpoolforants)