What is worth it all?

I love too much to word it in actual speaking life. Well, not really, people know about my intense love for images, words, music, other people. This is just a place to show it more. galuchkan@yahoo.com

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1, 2, 3, 4... tell me that you love me more.

I believe in first impressions. I don’t believe in one night stands.

I believe in second chances. I don’t believe in 2nd guesses.

I believe in third times the charm. I don’t believe in the 3rd degree.

I believe in 4 leaf clovers. I don’t believe in the fourth dimension.

I believe I love you. I don’t believe I’ll stop.

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(630): I don’t know what kind of drugs you were on last night but you kept trying to highlight my face because you said I was important TFLN (via glorigloriglori)
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And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music. -Friedrich Nietzsche (via miapeaches) (via 11h11) (via momenttomoment)
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broken legs can be replaced, but broken hearts never quite/ hardly ever heal, that’s why I keep running after you.

I can’t decide which phrase to use: never quite or hardly ever?

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I give you bitter pills in sugar coating. The pills are harmless: the poison is in the sugar. Stanislaw Jerzy Lec
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I became a feminist as an alternative to becoming a masochist.

-Sally Kempton (via sosexyoutofcontext)

Also,
“You’re only a feminist because you’re ugly.

No, I’m a feminist because you’re a boy.”

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I had a friend who died for something he really loved.
I had a friend who stood for none of the above.
I had a friend whose experience was riddled with scars who got drunk one night in the trunk of Louie p.’s car.
I had a friend who’d love to scare you as was his affections. And tremble you did ‘cause you weren’t worthy of his friendship.
I had a friend, but now he’s stranded on the Mesa st. exit. And sometimes I’m jealous ‘cause I’m still at the intersection.
I had a friend whose heart was too heavy to hold. Yes there’s blood on the median like a boat without oars.
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