The Mirror
“He's more myself than I am.
Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same”
  • foldboat:

    — Città di vetro, Shadowhunters.

    (via 1249chilometri-di-me-e-te)

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  • (Fonte: ughsick, via sleeping-besideyou)

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  • It is not despair, for despair is only for those who see the end beyond all doubt. We do not. It is wisdom to recognize necessity, when all other courses have been weighed, though as folly it may appear to those who cling to false hope.

    (Fonte: lady-arryn, via richiecrispie)

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  • lareginadeise:

    "I am a sad person, but when I am with you, I am over the moon. Like you make me so happy that anything bad that has happened that day, it all disappears" - 04/05/14

    Eh. Una volta.

    (Fonte: sleeping-besideyou, via desolantepanoramaumano)

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  • This night….

    (Fonte: takemeawayplis, via desolantepanoramaumano)

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  • hovogliadelletuelabbra:


    The Vampire Diaries 5x16 Promo - While You Were Sleeping


    Reblog a vita

    I can’t!!!!

    (Fonte: niansomerhalder, via icantsurviveinthisworld)

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  • silenzioseurladisperate:

    Oh, I’m a mess right now

    Inside out

    Searching for a sweet surrender

    But this is not the end


    (Fonte: findmeplease, via icantsurviveinthisworld)

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  • "Vorrei mancarti anche solo la metà di quanto tu manchi a me"
    The Shadow Of The Ghost (via the-shadow-of-the-ghost)

    Ma niente…..non ti manco proprio….

    (via icantsurviveinthisworld)

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  • icantsurviveinthisworld:


    sei il senso che ho dato a sto mondo sbagliato.

    aw, +10.000 note non me le sarei mai aspettate.

    (via iltuosorrisoelamiasalvezza)

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  • kriptodepresija:

    It is not so much for its beauty that the forest makes a claim upon men’s hearts, as for that subtle something, that quality of air that emanation from old trees, that so wonderfully changes and renews a weary spirit.
    Robert Louis Stevenson
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