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What a suicidal family I live in


La prisonnière (, 1968)

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The sun is rising
Over lost horizons
I pick a star and give to you…

Oh your love is a serious burning
And my eyes are the mirror of pain
In the dephts of my heart I am learning
To make you smile again…


Dave Lepard - Crashdiet (via the-unlucky-minority)

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Martells in a nutshell
Doran: NO
Nym: So...vengeance?
Doran: NO
Tyene: ahh, vengeance...
Arianne: birthright intrigues desperate justified tears and VENGEANCE, OK?
Doran: listen here
Arianne: ...
Doran: closer
Arianne: ....
Doran: actually vengeance


Sundsvall, Sweden


And for the news of the day, Crashdiet is back in headlines but it’s not musically. A fan from Argentina who runs a Crashdiet fan page leaked this picture out of Martin’s wife Ika who is clearly very pregnant. So before putting anything thing up we did some research and it’s confirmed that Mr. And Mrs. Sweet are expecting their first child! A big congrats from the Krashcity family, we wish you the best of luck! Show them some love!


Matterhorn from Zermatt by Rafael Ferreira 

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“There were always warning signs but you were blinded by hope and and thoughts like, ‘Maybe this time it’ll be different’. You chose to stay inside a burning building until the smoke became too thick to clear and the foundation began to crack. But now it was time to get yourself out. No one tells you, though, that trying to move on is a kind of death that you inflict upon yourself. People always make it sound so easy, as if by emptying the stuff in your house, you can empty yourself of the love you still feel. The memories you have like to coddle you. Laughter and late nights drunk on the feeling of being young and infatuated. They deposited in you the way sand deposits onto wet summer skin. They stick on you in the most unconventional places, underneath fingernails and knobby knees. But you let them stay because it reminds you of how you were once in the water and the sun was beating on your neck. You now know that was how you ruin yourself. Before the word us turned into something singular, everything had already changed. You look back, really look back, and you see that he is not the same. And neither are you. So you release the fists clenching onto the past and you take off your rose-colored glasses. You used to mistake the silhouette on the wall for yourself. Used to think of yourself as a stray cat scratching on his door, waiting to be let in again. Not anymore. It takes time for you to realize that your life with him is not juxtaposed. It’s not as simple as a before and after. He is just a detour on your journey. The destination is still there, waiting for you. When you finally let go, it is like opening your front door and seeing yourself standing there again. Welcome home, it’s been so long.”

Tina TranThe art of letting go 

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"Sometimes you can’t explain what you see in a person. It’s just the way they take you to a place where no one else can."

Unknown  (via dust-of-dreams)

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Last nights sunset is high up on my favorite sunset list. (From left to right 7-7:15pm)

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