spanishroyals:

Part of Queen Victoria Eugenia’s apartments at the Royal Palace in Madrid: the bedroom and the music room.

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I don’t want people to matter to me too much. Sometimes it hurts too much to think about them. Ones you love who don’t love you, ones who hate you, ones who you think about but never get to be with. I like people but when I get too close, it fucks me up.
Henry Rollins, The Portable Henry Rollins (via sydneyrae)

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plastexxx:

National Geographic Magazine, May 1987, “At Home with the Arctic Wolf”.

Photos: Jim Brandenburg

Basically my favourite NGM article when I was a kid.

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You are so good. So good, you’re always feeling so much. And sometimes it feels like you’re gonna bust wide open from all the feeling, don’t it? People like you are the best in the world, but you sure do suffer for it.
Silas House, This is My Heart for You (via ugh)

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heavenhillgirl:

Noce blanche (1989)

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Have you ever just lied down in bed? Feeling really sad. And it’s that point where you have stopped crying, but only because there are no tears left. You just lay there, miserable. And all you know is that there’s this misery filling up inside you.

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