You're kinda lost, aren't you?
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You're kinda lost, aren't you?
The most terrifying thing is to accept oneself completely.

C.G. Jung (via kushandwizdom)
There’s nothing beautiful or poetic about having your heart broken. It’s desperately trying to keep yourself from texting them that you miss them at 3am. It’s waking up the next morning and immediately feeling sad. It’s forcing yourself to get ready each day even though you barely have energy for anything. So stop romanticizing heart break. It’s not beautiful. It fucking sucks.

Midnight thoughts (sadness is not beautiful)

(Source: reality-escape-artist, via sanesmiles)


When you’re different, sometimes you don’t see the millions of people who accept you for what you are. All you notice is the person who doesn’t.

Jodi Picoult, Change of Heart (via kushandwizdom)

The day you left I looked out the window and saw birds falling like rice at the wedding we’ll never have. Except this wasn’t beautiful. There was nothing to celebrate. Some days I eat black licorice and call the way you loved me Murder. That’s what it feels like. I smear the black all over my mouth and say your name. I hope you get lost in the dark. I hope you never find your way back up my throat again. I hope you drown somewhere deep in my stomach. I hope the neighbors don’t hear you screaming. I hope I never feel you kicking. I hope the nausea stops one day. I hope my stomach learns to stop spinning. I hope I can think of you one day without you coming back to life inside me.

I think of you and hear a bang against my window. A splatter. A child screaming. A fathers footsteps running. All this blood and no real victim. No family to claim the dead. All this blood and I’m the one wearing it. I’m the one burying it. I’m the one swallowing guilt that keeps rising to the surface. You aren’t awful, I know this. I hated you for being so good and taking it all with you. For loving me so violently gentle and then leaving. I poured honey in my mouth and ended up with a fat tongue. I have trouble remembering sweetness can sting, too. Leave scars. I forget about bees and lose in love like a mouse caught in a trap. If I am being honest, some days I don’t care what the world is losing because of me. I don’t care how gutted the skies look. How the trees are grieving. How nests fall apart waiting patiently to be filled. Some days I think of you on purpose.



Nancy Barry, “The Extinction of Birds Will Be Because of Me ” (via softletters)

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nonlinear-nonsubjective:

no i dont want to be a billionaire to live a lavish lifestyle i want to be a billionaire to be financially secure and have enough money to give people things and support charities and fund kickstarters and leave hundred dollar tips

(via courage-is-endurance)

Just remember, even your worst days only have twenty-four hours

10 word story (via eteriese)

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extrasad:

I don’t know
k-iki:

hullaballo-o:


Mary-Kate and Ashley’s first wedding dress creation 



oh my god this is so perfect
hplyrikz:

Clear your mind here
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