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Pink Floyd - Wish You Were Here

This song just tugs at my heart.

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It all comes down to the last person you think of at night. That’s where your heart is (via catscuddlingandyou)

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Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings. Anaïs Nin (via words-of-emotion)

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