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I destroy myself repeatedly, without remorse.
- Six Word Story #79 by absentions (via hvlbherzig)

(Source: absentions)

bombshell-fantasy:

Ana Beatriz Barros.
blackandwhitebombshells:

Candice Swanepoel.
modelmylove:

Doutzen love.
Melancholy thoughts haunted me still. Painful as it was to me, yet I remember I tried as it were to make my thoughts still gloomier and more melancholy. You know people who are vain and not very clever have moments when the consciousness that they are miserable affords them positive satisfaction, and they even coquet with their misery for their own entertainment.
- Anton Chekhov, from A Wayfarer’s Story (via violentwavesofemotion)

(Source: fuckyeahantonchekhov)

She smiled mournfully, almost dreamily.
- Fyodor Dostoevsky, from The Brothers Karamazov (via violentwavesofemotion)
blackandwhitebombshells:

Rosie Huntington-Whiteley.
blackandwhitebombshells:

Candice Swanepoel.