(Source: benbrahemb, via migas)
" When did loving yourself
become so rare, that it’s
revolutionary to do so? "
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“You will realise, that this combination of red-ochre, of green gloomed over by grey, the black streaks surrounding the contours, produce something of the sensation of anguish called ‘rouge-noir’, from which certain of my companions in misfortunes suffer.” ~ Vincent van Gogh to Emile Bernard
(Source: realaxing, via parxdox)
" I have galaxies hidden between my bones and I will love you until the stars burn out. "