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“I want to explain how exhausted I am. Even in my dreams. How I wake up tired. How I’m being drowned by some kind of black wave.”

— Elizabeth Wurtzel, Prozac Nation (via feellng)

luthienne

“You freeze up in childhood, you go numb, because you cannot change your circumstances and to recognize, name, and feel the emotions and their cruel causes would be unbearable, and so you wait.”

— Rebecca Solnit, from The Faraway Nearby

teaandplantdad

“We don’t read and write poetry because it’s cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.”

— N.H. Kleinbaum, Dead Poets Society.

themauvesoul

Hate diet culture so much bitches will b like “don’t eat processed carbs they’re so bad for you” like and??? So what?? God did not give us grain and stone to grind it with for no reason. Bread is inevitable. Bread is food for the heart and the soul. U think I’m gonna give that up in pursuit of instagram fitness?? U think I’m gonna deny myself the simple pleasure of toast with jam so I can endlessly chase an ever-shifting standard of beauty that ultimately means nothing? In 20 years I will no longer be beautiful and in 60 my body will be vacant food for other, smaller creatures. But the taste of fresh bread? Of homemade donuts and still-warm pie? I will carry the taste on my tongue into whatever follows this life. So like. Stop telling me I should diet lmao. I’m not abt to martyr myself just to get a man to look at me.

bossuary

Part of sex-positivity is supporting people who’re positive that they don’t want to have sex.

thisishangingrockcomics-deactiv

*finds myself then leaves her alone*

whendidmythoughtsgocrazy

“I wish I could lay next to you every morning and every night. Saying good morning half awake and good night half asleep. Giving you clumsy morning kisses and sweet good night kisses.”

— k.b. // i wish i could call you mine

scramscum

dont promise me shit

sajid-waseem-u

وہ خلا کبھی بھی پُر نہیں ہوتے سائیں

چاہے آپکے پاس بہترین سے بہترین بھی آ جائے مگر دِل اُنہیں چیزوں انسانوں کی طرف مائل رہتا ہے جو ہم کھو چُکے ہوتے ہیں

Wo khala kabhi Bhe purr nhi hoty saien

Chahy apke paas behtreen se behtreen bhe aa jaye magr dill unhin cheezon insano ki traf mail rehta hai jo kho chuky hoty hain

3:38AM

89words

“Good Night—I do miss you— You certainly know that—don’t you feel it way down in the root of you—& I know you miss me.—Yes, I know it.”

— Alfred Stieglitz (1864-1946), in a letter to Georgia O’Keeffe (1887-1986) Lake George, New York • August 26, 1926 in: ”My Faraway One. Selected Letters of Georgia O’Keeffe and Alfred Stieglitz. Volume 1, 1915–1933″

pukicho

God I wish there was a wasteland I could banish people to.

chatblancismyfursona

It's the afterlife sis

pukicho

You're right! I could simply murder and kill the people I dont like! Why didnt I think of this

shebloomedbutwontforgethepast

And after a while you just stop. You stop watering your plants. You stop watching netflix. You stop reading. You stop replying to your friends as fast as you used to. You stop buying yourself nice things. You stop putting an effort into how you look. You stop taking care of yourself like you used to. You stop sleeping. You stop eating healthy foods. You stop petting your dog. You stop socializing.

You stop with everything. You find yourself sitting in your room for hours on end, without doing a single thing. Days feel like years. And you think you can’t do it for much longer.