Find what you love and let it kill you.
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"   Do you know what I need? To escape into the mountains, surrounded by tall trees, I will lay on the moss, and breath in the scent of mushrooms, flowers and wet soil.   "
L’échappée” by Les Discrets (via natural-magics)
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"   I don’t think people love me. They love versions of me I have spun for them, versions of me they have construed in their minds. The easy versions of me, the easy parts of me to love.   "
(via avvfvl)
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