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rva I love my city 😻 I live my life very aware of the fact that it could end at any moment and that gives me strength

[miracleessentialoils]

“You’re only as young as your spine is flexible.” -Bob Harper

[stargazerinmoksha]

Everything happens for a reason or so I’ve heard. The scars paint your skin, a mask for your past. The raw use of language, shit I just can’t get this right, but I’ll try again tomorrow and if it’s all that I am then I want to be cosmic, I want to rain like stars. You get tattoos as a reminder that pain is ugly, but it can also be beautiful. You’ll meet new lovers some day, you’ll be single for awhile and it’s not going to feel okay every single day, but if you take it one day at a time. You’ll make it. In your own little way, you’re significant.

(via everylittlepieceofyou)

[crashingwaves-burningsouls]

I think we could have been great. But you are too scared to settle down and I don’t have time to play games. I keep telling myself you will see me as ‘the one that got away’ but in reality you won’t give me a second thought. And if I’m being honest with myself, you dodged a bullet.

To what could have been. (via crashingwaves-burningsouls)

[a-confusedwriter]

I knew I was deeply in love with you because whenever I am walking down a busy street or in a room full of people, I would always hope that I would see your face among the crowd. With you, smiling shyly at me, that is all I ever want to see.

lm // i will look for you (via a-confusedwriter)

[stability]

[rustfoxes]

More “wtf are humans, please leave the rest of us be” stuff:

Human reactions to fear!

No, I’m not talking about screaming or freezing in one spot and pissing yourself. I’m talking about the weirder, more specific-to-only-humans fear reactions.

Like singing.

Idk how many of you have watched people play horror video games, but a surprising amount of people start narrating what’s going on in a sing-song voice.

Imagine being an alien, walking in a horrific, dark tunnel with these weird gangly creatures, you’re all scared out of your wits and then one of them starts fucking singing.

In a dark cave. While everyone’s terrified.

“ ♫ ~We are all gonna fucking die, this is terrible and I wanna go hooooome~ ♬ ”

[vodkadoom]

[deadwatered]

It’s so hard to pry my hands away from the bad things that make me feel good, from things that I know are killing me. I try to make myself care, but when the feeling arises I become a murderer, consuming whatever makes it stop. I guess I’ve become like everyone else who staggers in and out of my life, failing to love myself enough to do good, failing to not making others worry. It’s so hard and others do not see, they think it is easy to simply stop coping unhealthily, to love the filth that is called your body. But I’m dead already, so I don’t see the point in living.

(via deadwatered)

[camtrouvaille]

I want it to be you. And I cringe at myself for saying that, for it being true. Because I was never the type to crave a long term anything at such a young age but watching you breathe with your head on my chest and our fingertips dancing, I’ve never wanted anything more.

-C.C. I want it to be you now and forever

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Lace Bralet

[cokonut]

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[thegoodvybe]

[nudne]

not to be a lesbian but you know when you’re kissing a girl and it’s good and soft and she runs a hand through your hair and you feel her smile into the kiss? fuck i’m gay

[rewriting-the-world]

A few years ago, when I was struggling with my writing abilities and questioning every single word, phrase, and plot I came up with; I emailed a very talented woman. I knew that the chances of such a famous author such as Lois Lowry emailing me back were slim to none, but I still tried. And with my surprise, she emailed me back merely a week after my initial email. And she gave me her words of wisdom that have stuck me till this day and allowed me to go forward with my writing and grow as a person. 

“  The truth is if you are a writer, you will write.  Your writing may never see the light of day, but if you are a writer, you will write.  You won’t write for money or fame (although those can be a nice side effect of your work).  You write because you must write.  I am afraid it really is that simple.

Best of luck,

Lois Lowry “

That wasn’t the entire email, but it was the one part that I have treasured ever since. And it is entirely true. I don’t write for anyone but myself, and it has been the most rewarding. I’ve gotten multiple questions of how to get out there with your writing, but the truth is that it doesn’t matter. And it never will if the things you write are the things you want to read. 

xx

-S. Renea

[vomitingwords]

Your mind will always be a mystery to me.” he said. “Sometimes you say words and you look far ahead like you’re thinking of something else. It’s like you’re existing in different places at the same time. And I love it. I love how mysterious you are. You know I am willing to figure you out forever.” he laughed a little and look at her adoringly. “There’s always something more about you that I want to know. And the more I dig in, the more I crave to find what’s underneath your skin. I want to find those precious diamonds within you. I want to know how beautiful your soul is.” he paused and smiled genuinely. “You caught me, in the best impossible way. And I don’t want to be free from you, again.

ma.c.a // Beautiful Mystery (via vomitingwords)

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