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v-i-v-i-an:

daydreaminghipster:

georgeshelleyscleanwrists:

REBLOGGED EVERYTIME

so reblogable

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fuckyeahabandonedplaces:

Paperback books, lots of them! Living room of an abandoned house. Savannah, Georgia. 
I MÁV YOU!

ungrtms:

sewadork:

reverendyoda:

irodalmirohamosztagos:

giros:

istenallatkertje:

szikla:

v1ccelszbolondozol:

MÁV at first sight

MÁV is in the air

Where is the MÁÁÁÁV?

Its Friday, I’m in MÁV?

What is MÁV ? Baby dont hurt me…

Ever fallen in MÁV

No IIIIIIIIIIIIIIII don’t want to fall in MÁV…. with you

I was made for MÁVing you, baby, you were made for MÁVing me.

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Art nouveau flower shop, Brussels
Story time! Here’s a little story from my childhood.

greenparaselene:

Once when I was in 1st or 2nd grade I accidentally left one of my booklet in my sister’s room and a couple of hours later I realised it and went back to my sister room to find it. In the book there was a small drawing about a pen who said: “Hello, my name is Pen! How are you?” I truly believed that it was a real pen who started this conversation with me. I told it to my Sister and she said Pen looks friendy, I should answer him. So I did, and left the booklet in my sister’s room because I thought that Pen is one of my sister’s pens. I spoke to this imaginary pen for a couple of days, we soon become friends until one day I went too early in my sister’s room and I saw that she was draving this little pen and writing a short letter to me. I was shocked and she was too and immediatelly sent me out of her room, and I started to crying, because I realised that Pen is not real it’s just my sister. She said she won’t finish that day message because the “magis is gone now”, but I was cyring so hard and I asked her finish it, and she did. In the end Pen told me, that he was used so many times that he run out and he’s dying. He said I am funny and nice person and he loves me. I answered with tears in my eyes hoping he’s not gone yet but Pen never answered again.

And guys, this is the story of how I get to know what dying is and the first time when one of my loved ones died.

Update: I’ve just told this to my sister but she said she doesn’t remember, but I’m 1000% sure that this was not a dream I even remember which booklet was it because I got it from one of my classmates on my birthday party and there was a cute dog on the cover.

Story time! Here’s a little story from my childhood.

Once when I was in 1st or 2nd grade I accidentally left one of my booklet in my sister’s room and a couple of hours later I realised it and went back to my sister room to find it. In the book there was a small drawing about a pen who said: “Hello, my name is Pen! How are you?” I truly believed that it was a real pen who started this conversation with me. I told it to my Sister and she said Pen looks friendy, I should answer him. So I did, and left the booklet in my sister’s room because I thought that Pen is one of my sister’s pens. I spoke to this imaginary pen for a couple of days, we soon become friends until one day I went too early in my sister’s room and I saw that she was draving this little pen and writing a short letter to me. I was shocked and she was too and immediatelly sent me out of her room, and I started to crying, because I realised that Pen is not real it’s just my sister. She said she won’t finish that day message because the “magis is gone now”, but I was cyring so hard and I asked her finish it, and she did. In the end Pen told me, that he was used so many times that he run out and he’s dying. He said I am funny and nice person and he loves me. I answered with tears in my eyes hoping he’s not gone yet but Pen never answered again.

And guys, this is the story of how I get to know what dying is and the first time when one of my loved ones died.

patchesoftheuniverse:

the problem with reading a good book is that you want to finish the book but you don’t want to finish the book

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victoriavampire:

meg a sÖRÖM

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