Real eyes. Realize. Real Lies.

"For success, like happiness, cannot be pursued; it must ensue, and it only does so as the unintended side-effect of one's personal dedication to a cause greater than oneself or as the by-product of one's surrender to a person other than oneself." -Viktor E. Frankl

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David Lynch on the set of Twin Peaks

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[drxwnedophelia]

It's the little things that hurt your favorite food on sale at the store that song we sang together on the radio And I still say "I'm home" to this empty house of ours

XOXO, Ophelia

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[vurrart]

A little infographic on relationships I wanted to make because I’ve seen some misconceptions out there! Had a lot of fun making it! Hope yall enjoy.

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Erika Lee Sears on Instagram

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[notesbyasta]

“i wasn’t looking for anything before i met you. but then you came like autumn, and i fell like leaves do.”

- asta

[onesecondbeforesunset]

All my grief says the same thing— this isn't how it's supposed to be. And the world laughs, holds my hope by my throat, says: but this is how it is.

Fortesa Latifi, The Truth About Grief

[helenasurvives]

i am asked about my favorite color.

i am seven

and my reply is

pink

because i am a girl

and pink

is a princess color.

i am asked about my favorite color.

i am ten

and i like

green

because a boy told me that pink

is lame and girly.

i am asked about my favorite color.

i am thirteen

and i tell them

purple

it is unique and spunky

like i want to be.

i am asked about my favorite color.

i am seventeen

and i just say

red

i do not say

it is bright and angry at the world

as i am

i cannot form the words to express

all of my frustrations

so i paint my lips with

rage.

i am asked about my favorite color.

i am twenty

and it’s pink

i remember the joy

of being a child

i reclaim the freedom

of femininity

because i cannot remember

what my shoulders felt like

before the depression

hung from them.

i am asked about my favorite color.

i am twenty-six

and my answer is

brown

it confuses most people

they don’t see it

they may think of dirt

and dust

and dead things

but it is coffee with friends

and the chocolate chip cookies

my mom used to make.

it is my hair

and my eyes

amber and gold

in the sun

and i love myself

again

[juansendizon]

“I’m a soft believer in the wisdom of loving someone in such a way that sets them free because love blossoms in appreciation. Love blossoms when it’s watered with gentleness, tenderness, and care. Love blossoms when it is given the space to be beautiful on its own.”

— Juansen Dizon

[weltenwellen]

“Tremendous grief. I look for him everywhere.”

— Anaïs Nin, Fire: From “A Journal of Love”: The Unexpurgated Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1934–1937

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