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boku-no-elsen:

zachafalse:

hayirseverinsan:

starlightinherveins:

Horse… that is all

at kafası mı o ya?

THE ONE BRUSHING ITS TEETH NEARLY KILLED ME

with a animal mask,nothing is impossible

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balthazarswings:

amysfall:

we need a universal hand signal for “my parents don’t know about that”

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People walk by, leaving you unnoticed. Too immersed in their own lives to take in and understand the beauty surrounding them. The soft breeze that caresses their skin, the incredible sunset littered by brilliant yellows, reds, pinks and purples, and the person who watches them, mesmerised by their radiance. That person is you. The person who sees, really sees. You notice the faltering glances, the slight fist clenches, the deep breaths taken to keep control, and the bags under their eyes containing the tears they never cried at night. You see the pain beneath their skin, traveling within their veins and slowly taking hold of their entire being, and you fix them.

You send a smile in their direction every morning, offer compliments about their appearance and take time to appreciate their talents and hobbies. You act as a syringe, gradually removing the pain inside. After time, they get their own syringe and help to remove their pain themselves.


Day by day, they grow stronger. Day by day, they begin to see things the way you do, too.

Soon enough, there is not a single drop of pain left in their system.

You do not hold responsibility to cure someone of their hurt, pain and sadness – they do. All people need is support, a little push to get them started. You draw the outline, and they colour it in.


Nobody needs to undergo the negative aspects of life alone, whether they are the victim or the bystander.

We can syringe the pain out of the entire world. Pay it forward.

Vanessa Marouso, "The Meticulous Minded" (via frostied)

You notice the faltering glances, the slight fist clenches, the deep breaths taken to keep control, and the bags under their eyes containing the tears they never cried at night. You see the pain beneath their skin, traveling within their veins and slowly taking hold of their entire being, and you want to fix them.
Vanessa Marouso (via frostied)

zachunamatata:

what the fuck did i just watch i dont

zachunamatata:

what the fuck did i just watch i dont

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