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[quotemadness]

“Doubt kills more dreams than failure ever will.”

— Suzy Kassem (via marijuanamodels)

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Elliot Page wearing a boring black tux at the Met gala is a right he earned by coming out. It’s a gender performative act. A transition milestone

[amargedom]

““Sometimes you tell someone to never call you again, and then the phone rings and you hope it’s them. It’s the most twisted logic of all time. ””

—

[curseworm]

bro oh my god … vanilla extract

[curseworm]

vanilla extract smells wonderful but tastes horrific on its own. but mixed with sugar and flour and cream it tastes just like it smells. we need the support of others to reach our full potential

[curseworm]

no man is an island everyone is vanilla extract

[velcroheartstrings]

I would compare being in love with being on a roller coaster because whilst everything is heightened while you’re together, the same thing happens while you’re apart except things feel a bit more dim without your person. You snuggle up to go to sleep in a soft bed with warm blankets but they’re missing. You wake up and make some breakfast but you no longer need to keep reaching for two cups. You exchange messages but there are no kisses in between sentences. You get ready for the day in an outfit you love but they aren’t watching you in awe, telling you how good you look. You settle down to watch a movie but you have nobody to snuggle with or ask you one too many questions about the plot. You go for walks in the beautiful sunshine but your hand is cold from the absence of their fingers between yours and their arm around your waist. You no longer have to consult them about where or what to eat or what they want to do today. As much as you trust the people in their lives, you can’t help but feel jealous that they get to hear them laugh without appreciating the way they smile or the twinkle in their eyes that lingers for a while after. You cannot help but feel envious that while they are creating memories with your favourite person, all you can do is try to get on with your day without feeling like someone has stolen a limb but you can’t because as much as you love your life and the people that make it worthwhile, you just find yourself constantly and silently bleeding from how much you miss them.

I miss your smell and the way you tangle your body with mine. (via velcroheartstrings)

[multa--paucis]

I miss him in a way I’m afraid to talk about. I’m supposed to be better now, I think, but my breath still catches at his ghost sometimes. More often than I’d like. I’m paralyzed by the visceral memories of his fingers on my hips, his arm wrapped around my shoulders, his hand in mine. I’m reminded of the promises tattooed on my heart: the cities we laid claim to but never visited, the goals we had, the life we’d eventually share. I thought he was mine, but in truth, I never even knew him. We were just vague promises. All we had was false hope. We banked on a hazy future. I miss what I had, but more than that I miss the opportunity I lost. I loved the idea of him. I’ll always regret that I did not get to love him.

 i am so sorry we fell for each other when the thousands of miles between us would pull us apart. i wish i could tell you everything. i wish you were still a part of my adventure. (via multa--paucis)

[multa--paucis]

I miss him in a way I’m afraid to talk about. I’m supposed to be better now, I think, but my breath still catches at his ghost sometimes. More often than I’d like. I’m paralyzed by the visceral memories of his fingers on my hips, his arm wrapped around my shoulders, his hand in mine. I’m reminded of the promises tattooed on my heart: the cities we laid claim to but never visited, the goals we had, the life we’d eventually share. I thought he was mine, but in truth, I never even knew him. We were just vague promises. All we had was false hope. We banked on a hazy future. I miss what I had, but more than that I miss the opportunity I lost. I loved the idea of him. I’ll always regret that I did not get to love him.

 i am so sorry we fell for each other when the thousands of miles between us would pull us apart. i wish i could tell you everything. i wish you were still a part of my adventure. (via multa--paucis)

[multa--paucis]

I miss him in a way I’m afraid to talk about. I’m supposed to be better now, I think, but my breath still catches at his ghost sometimes. More often than I’d like. I’m paralyzed by the visceral memories of his fingers on my hips, his arm wrapped around my shoulders, his hand in mine. I’m reminded of the promises tattooed on my heart: the cities we laid claim to but never visited, the goals we had, the life we’d eventually share. I thought he was mine, but in truth, I never even knew him. We were just vague promises. All we had was false hope. We banked on a hazy future. I miss what I had, but more than that I miss the opportunity I lost. I loved the idea of him. I’ll always regret that I did not get to love him.

 i am so sorry we fell for each other when the thousands of miles between us would pull us apart. i wish i could tell you everything. i wish you were still a part of my adventure. (via multa--paucis)

[multa--paucis]

I miss him in a way I’m afraid to talk about. I’m supposed to be better now, I think, but my breath still catches at his ghost sometimes. More often than I’d like. I’m paralyzed by the visceral memories of his fingers on my hips, his arm wrapped around my shoulders, his hand in mine. I’m reminded of the promises tattooed on my heart: the cities we laid claim to but never visited, the goals we had, the life we’d eventually share. I thought he was mine, but in truth, I never even knew him. We were just vague promises. All we had was false hope. We banked on a hazy future. I miss what I had, but more than that I miss the opportunity I lost. I loved the idea of him. I’ll always regret that I did not get to love him.

 i am so sorry we fell for each other when the thousands of miles between us would pull us apart. i wish i could tell you everything. i wish you were still a part of my adventure. (via multa--paucis)

[deceptivelips]

“You taste like heaven, but God knows you’re built for sin.”

— Framing Hanley, Built for Sin

[sweatersuggestions]

A concept: the sunlight streams in through the blinds. You and I are wrapped up in each other, still too tired to really get up, but you pull me closer against you and press a kiss onto my forehead. We don’t have anywhere to be today, so we stay like that, warm and together and in love.

[myonlywayoutofhere]

““You gave me panic attacks and I thought it was love.””

—

Day 483 

(via myonlywayoutofhere)

[rivermusic]

[let-me-sleep-for-eternity]

Death just seems like such a nice option.

What does it matter if I'm alive? I'm just another mouth to feed, I'm annoying - I've been told so, I'm horrible with social interactions, I can't keep friends.

Why am I not allowed to hurt myself?

It helps me. It makes me feel better, alive for once. And it's my body. Why am I not allowed to do with it as I please? I know it's not healthy. Who said I want to be healthy?

I'm alone. So utterly alone. I know my brother cares, but I still fell so alone. I never feel not alone.

[exit6666-deactivated20200609]

The Dance of a Thousand Hands.

[hellenhighwater]

This is so surreal for something that includes zero special effects of any kind

[butch-of-the-blades]

HOLY SHIT

[feared-by-str8-bois]

If this is the group I think it is (you can find them by searching Dance of a Thousand Hands on YouTube. The dancers are all hearing impared and the orchestra is visually impared. The dancers can feel the music through vibrations in their feet and hearing and feeling each other’s breathing. They are the China Disabled Peoples Performing Arts Troupe and have traveled to 100 countries and counting. They aim to prove that anyone can dance, and anyone can play.

[goodreadss]

[mutablerising]

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delete this immediately