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I’m beyond emotions. They’ve been frozen dead in me.
—Mr Freeze, (Batman, 1997)
(via shotgun-season)
(via beach-coma)
I miss your arms, your beathing, your heart beats. I remember, my head rested on your chest and all I was thinking about is if somewhere in those thumps if somehwere in those distinctive beats, if what I am made up of crept in the dephs of your hearts song. I dont know when I developed this habit of hoarding details. I can outline your tattoos by memory and find the material of your window curtian if something in me desired to get that creepy. All this emotional madness tangled to, you… whoever that is.
It was strange how words meant something when they came out of your mouth. Inside your head they were safe and silent, but once they were outside, people grabbed hold of them.
—Jenny Downham, You Against Me (via fleurishes)
(via used2thepain)
(Source: tuula, via stuffedthings)
(via recklessdiligence)
(via remainsimple)
(Source: nahumrivas, via lolalovesong)
It is only memory that holds me here. Time, let me vanish. Then what we separate by our very presence can come together.
—The Time Traveler’s Wife
Sometimes it’s hard to tell the difference between a photograph that is a work of art and a photograph of a work of art.
—Magnificent Ruin (via nevver)
(via nouvelle-nouveau)
