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“Everyone who terrifies you is sixty five percent water. And everyone you love is made of stardust, and I know sometimes you can’t even breathe deeply, and the night sky is no home, and you have cried yourself to sleep enough times that you are down to your last two percent, but nothing is infinite, not even loss. You are made of the sea and the stars, and one day you are going to find yourself again.”

— F. Butler (via fawun)

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We need the books that affect us like a disaster, that grieve us deeply, like the death of someone we loved more than ourselves, like being banished into forests far from everyone, like a suicide. A book must be the axe for the frozen sea inside us.

Franz Kafka - from a letter to Oskar Pollak. (via 7-weeks)

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I want to talk about what happened without mentioning how much it hurt. There has to be a way. To care for the wounds without reopening them. To name the pain without inviting it back into me.

Lora Mathis, If There’s A Way Out I’ll Take It (via wnq-anonymous)

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i don’t see your name anymore in the list of people who care for me and everyday the list keeps on getting smaller and smaller and everyday at least one name gets striked off and i wish my own name was a permanent one on it but sadly my name has never been on it at all

wish care bears were real // JustScribbledWords

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