it hurts. a lot.
Tell me a story.
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2013-05-17
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*thinks about the future for three seconds*
*has a mental breakdown that lasts three weeks*
(via flying-changes)
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(via courageiseverything)
Source: the--personal--quotes
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Source: icanread
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How many times have people used a pen or paintbrush because they couldn’t pull the trigger?
— Virginia Woolf (via dearscience)
(via girlvswhale)
Source: violentwavesofemotion
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Source: rubyetc
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Maya Angelou
Source: whitepaperquotes
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2013-05-16
It must be an awful feeling to have love all around you and not feel loved, to be in need and unable to accept what’s being offered, to see a world of possibilities but trapped inside your own mind.
— Tracy L. Darity (via perfect)
(via slutception)
Source: pierre-du-soleil
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I’d rather be around a passionate nerd than a non-passionate cool person. Because if you lack passion, your soul is diminishing by the second. You have to be passionate about something. Call it obsessed or whatever you want, but be obsessed about something. Obsessed people care. I’m passionate about so many things, it becomes an issue at certain points, but at least you have the ability to feel that much about something
— Matt Cohen (via laststaggraphics)
(via lovelornlunatic)
Source: laststag
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1. There will be several days that you daydream about stepping in front of a city bus. Don’t. It will not be beautiful. It will not be brave. It will be selfish. It will be broken. Your mother will cry.
2. Don’t write for him. Write for you. Write for others like you. Write so the girl that thinks about stepping in front of public transportation doesn’t. Don’t be selfish.
3. When you will yourself to sleep and it doesn’t come- get up. It doesn’t matter that it’s 3 am. There will be other 3 am’s. Take a shower. Take two. Wash him out of your hair. Write a poem. Read the same book you’ve read 202 times again. The 203rd time might tell you something different. Don’t stay in bed- you will think about the bus again.
4. Don’t kiss him because he’s broken. Don’t kiss him because his laughter never reaches his eyes. Don’t try and fix him. Fix yourself first. Be selfish. He can’t save you.
5. Date yourself. Take yourself out to eat. Don’t share your popcorn at the movies with anyone. Stroll around an art museum alone. Fall in love with canvases. Fall in love with yourself.
6. Dress up and wear red lipstick and get drunk with your friends. They’re the ones that will pick you up. Don’t kiss him. Or him. Don’t fall asleep on strange couches with strange boys. When his hand slides up your dress walk away. Hit him. Don’t kiss him. He can’t save you.
7. Get another tattoo. Get five more. Get another hole in your ear. Don’t listen to your dad. You will still be able to get a job. Did you really want to be employed by someone like your father? Haven’t you had enough of judgmental old white men anyway? Get fuck you tattooed in tiny letters on your hip.
8. When you feel the yearning for a new city- start over. Take 200 bucks and a three suitcases. Work anywhere that will have you. Meet strange people and forget your name. Call yourself Ruby. No one will know the difference. Remember to call your mother. Don’t be selfish. Come home when you find yourself in the strangers and the small one bedroom apartment.
9. Don’t whisper evil things into your own ear. Other people are going to shout them at you. Be your own hero. Keep a sword on your key ring.
10. Don’t step in front of a city bus. It will not be beautiful. Live. Stay up all night with a boy that promises you everything and means it. Live. See shitty local bands with a friend. Wear a different band’s t-shirt. No one will care. Live. Have a baby girl with tiny fingers and tiny toes someday. Pour love into her until it’s overflowing. Live. Wake up. Staying in bed all day is not poetic.
Live. Live.
Live.
Do you hear that? It’s me. It’s your life. Wake up.
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(via victorielle)(via 5000letters)
Source: provingmyexistence
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2013-05-15
no one is alone forever..right?
Source: fariedesign
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Writings for Winter: will you still love me when i'm suicidal?
The first time I stood at the edge of a building
with the intent to jump off, he threw a blood orange
over the edge and forced me to watch it explode
into colorful pulpy innards on the pavement below,
until I no longer felt the desire to hear my own heart
make the same dull splat. See, after…
Source: writingsforwinter
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“When you photograph people in color, you photograph their clothes. But when you photograph people in black and white, you photograph their souls”
that is literally the best quote
Source: find-your-insanityy
