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Maria Gomez

@anxious-holograph-blog

No bad days
Everyone sees what you appear to be, few experience what you really are.

Niccolò Machiavelli, The Prince (via feellng)

A love like that was a serious illness, an illness from which you never entirely recover.

Charles Bukowski, The People Look Like Flowers at Last (via feellng)

I am in the 1% of the population with this, but I really do not enjoy summer. I love winter, like… if you are cold, you can put on a hoodie, you can grab a blanket and snuggle…. Like… when you’re hot, what do you do? Rip your skin off?