Amelie by Jérémy Barniaud.

drew barrymore. 
In the letter I will write ‘I have loved you wholeheartedly and without apology and that is why I am leaving. I am open and you are closed and I’d rather adore you and go, than hate you and stay. I hope you forgive me. I hope that everything feels soft against your hands. I hope the entire world says your name like it means it. There’s a heart where my lungs should be and I’ve been hiccuping your name in fits. This has to stop. I am giving you that piece of yourself back. I’ve left it on the kitchen counter. I hope that you love it as much as I did. May you be warm, may the light always touch you like you’re important. You are.’ Azra.T “hold onto your heart, love” (via 5000letters)

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Sometimes I’m terrified of my heart; of its constant hunger for whatever it is it wants. The way it stops and starts. Edgar Allan Poe  (via starethroughmysoul)

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When is a monster not a monster?
Oh, when you love it. Caitlyn Siehl (via insanity-here-i-come)

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Dew Drops on Peony - Hanne Lore Koehler

Untitled en We Heart It.