nanru:

WE ARE FIGHTING DREAMERS

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FIGHTING DREAMERS 

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fIGHTING DReaMERS

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(Source: hatsude)

rou-tan:

"From far away came the sounds of someone’s laughter."
inspired from poplerpig’s piece.

The sheep are happier of themselves, than under the care of the wolves.

Thomas Jefferson (via larmoyante)

prompto:

"I’m not alone… Not anymore."

When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me;
Plant thou no roses at my head,
Nor shady cypress-tree:
Be the green grass above me
With showers and dewdrops wet;
And if thou wilt, remember,
And if thou wilt, forget.

I shall not see the shadows,
I shall not feel the rain;
I shall not hear the nightingale
Sing on, as if in pain:
And dreaming through the twilight
That doth not rise nor set,
Haply I may remember,
And haply may forget.

Christina Rossetti, “When I Am Dead, My Dearest”(via narabean)