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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

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


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Sun at 2:03 AM
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”





the sun has come out

the sun is gay

*white girl voice* why are the hot ones always gay

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Wed at 11:01 PM


meeting peoples moms for the first time is so intimidating because i cant tell if theyre a strict mom or a laid back mom and as i ride in their car i have to slowly figure out what breed of mom they are



is this what having a penis is like 


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I care. It fucking terrifies me how much I care.

Midnight thoughts (just in case you wanted to hear it again)

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Wed at 10:25 PM
It scares me sometimes, the emptiness I see in my eyes.

The Wonder Years  (via disorder)

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