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I am alone in my room, between two worlds.

Sylvia Plath, from a diary entry featured in “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

Thinking about the events that transpired when my husband died feel like my soul is fading like watering down cool aid

Like the person I am is being drowned in a feeling bigger than myself

Like every molecule in my body is dying piece by piece individually. Rabidly but slower than time as the concept we know

But I have to feel these things because I feel everything

I always have

And closing the door to a dirty room doesn't make the house clean

I've spent so much time in awe of the fantasy tales described in books, feeling an emotional connection to the descriptive ways in which great tragedies occur in the story

Cried for fictional people

But no literary prowess will ever capture or convey if you do prefer

This great overwhelming, consuming ache that exists not in my heart or chest but in the core of my soul and the center of my mind

fanonical

harry potter modern au: How Millenials Are Killing The Dark Lord

I WAS JUST TOLD NO ONE USES RIGHT ON ANYMORE FUCK OFF RIGHT ON MAN

I miss purple

#stop deleting my posts tumblr #self love #self

mournfulroses

…how ghastly it is to see oneself the whole time, without respite.

Simone de Beauvoir, from The Prime of Life: The Autobiography of Simone de Beauvoir; 1929-1944 (via violentwavesofemotion)

exceptionals

me after doing some impulsive shit that i know im gonna regret later: its called being spontaneous

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dormirblonde

a roadtrip where we are driving through the mountains. we’re taking turns showing each other our favorite songs, and stopping for coffee every few hours.