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Do not look for my heart any more, the beasts have eaten it.

Charles Baudelaire, The Flowers of Evil (via wnq-writers)

He drinks and he smokes to forget about me, but at the end of the night, when he’s absolutely wasted and faded, he’s crying over me into another girl’s arms. He is yet again reminded that nothing could take away how much it hurt to lose me. No substance, no drug, nothing. I will always live within his mind and within his heart. It is not a choice. He will have to live with the pain that is the loss of something so great, the best he’ll ever have.

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My theory is that Aliens just really like cows 

Red Fox by A. Komarov, Original vintage Soviet art print 1976 Listed on Etsy: http://ift.tt/2ogGhQY

The substance of grief is not imaginary. It’s as real as rope or the absence of air, and like both those things it can kill.

Barbara Kingsolver,  The Poisonwood Bible (via theliteraryjournals)

What is a legacy? It’s planting seeds in a garden you never get to see.

Edible Water Bubbles That Might Replace Plastic Bottles Very Soon

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An innovative sustainable packaging start-up based in London is hoping for the extinction of plastic water bottles.  

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