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i hate you and if this was 1692 salem i would accuse you of being a witch 

You will have days where you feel better, and you will have days where you want to die. Both are okay, There is no magical cure. You just need to close your eyes, and trust that the waves will pass, and soon you’ll be able to breathe again

reminders (via apocalyptic-bliss)
The person you think of when you stand in front of the ocean. That’s the person you’re in love with.

Colleen Michele (via fearlessknightsandfairytales)

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Realize you can be happy this moment for no reason. Otherwise, you eternally depend on conditions for happiness (and) you remain a victim of circumstances.

Arthur D. Saftlass (via onlinecounsellingcollege)
She needs a new journal. The one she has is problematic. To get to the present, she needs to page through the past, and when she does, she remembers things, and her new journal entries become, for the most part, reactions to the days she regrets, wants to correct, rewrite.

Dave Eggers, How the Water Feels to the Fishes   (via nothingquieter)

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The truth is, I pretend to be a cynic, but I am really a dreamer who is terrified of wanting something she may never get.

  Joanna Hoffman (via feellng)
How dangerous,” she thought, “to finally have something worth losing.

Ten word story  (via seabelle)
He left me on the floor with a cocaine-stained nose and torn up clothes. “You’re not pretty when you’re like this,” he told me. “Stop tearing yourself apart to kill the ghosts inside.”
The ghosts aren’t inside of me, they’re sewn to the skin stretched over my cracked bones. They’re the fingerprints of every man that’s ever touched me.
“I’m not tearing myself apart,” I said. “I’m lighting myself on fire and tonight you are the match.”

You’ve Got it Wrong // heartofthebitter-mindofapoet (via heartofthebitter-mindofapoet)
When she does not find love, she may find poetry. Because she does not act, she observes, she feels, she records; a color, a smile awakens profound echoes within her; her destiny is outside her, scattered in cities already built, on the faces of men already marked by life, she makes contact, she relishes with passion and yet in a manner more detached, more free, than that of a young man. Being poorly integrated in the universe of humanity and hardly able to adapt herself therein, she, like the child, is able to see it objectively; instead of being interested solely in her grasp on things, she looks for their significance; she catches their special outlines, their unexpected metamorphoses. She rarely feels a bold creativeness, and usually she lacks the technique of self-expression; but in her conversation, her letters, her literary essays, her sketches, she manifests an original sensitivity. The young girl throws herself into things with ardor, because she is not yet deprived of her transcendence; and the fact that she accomplishes nothing, that she is nothing, will make her impulses only the more passionate. Empty and unlimited, she seeks from within her nothingness to attain all.

Simone de Beauvoir (via violentwavesofemotion)

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peopl who say classical music is boring don’t know how boring pop music is from a sheet music point of view

this is so important to me

(Source: halloween1984)


teacher: “why dont you tell the class a little bit about yourself”


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I think I’m losing it—I don’t know what’s happening, what happened, but I look at you, I look at you, and I love you so much. Not because of anything you’ve said, or done, or anything at all. I look at you, and I just love you, and it terrifies me. It terrifies me what I would do for you.

Alexandra Bracken, Never Fade (via quotes-shape-us)



constantly torn between “if it’s meant to be, it will be” and “if you want it, go get it”


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