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cumberhugger

It was worth a wound- it was worth many wounds- to know the depth of loyalty and love which lay behind that cold mask.

floralls

by toile_blanche

wordsnquotes

I dream too much, work too little.

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via wordsnquotes)

wnq-writers

Don’t date a writer because they bleed words.

baekebyan (via wnq-writers)

wherewritersblockcomestodie

I miss you, And not in a “it’s one in the morning, I’m so lonely, looking through old pictures” kind of way. I miss you, In a “my friends are all laughing, and so am I, but somehow you still haven’t left my mind” kind of way. I miss you, And not in a “someone asked me how you were today and I realized I didn’t know the answer” kind of way. I miss you, In a “nobody has brought you up in months, but I still tell stories about you” kind of way. I miss you, And not in a “it’s Valentine’s Day and I’m alone” kind of way. I miss you, In a “you did well on a test and I want to be the first person you tell” kind of way. I miss you. I don’t just miss the idea of you. I miss you.

excerpt from an unfinished book #59 // “breaking up is hard to do” (via un-predictible)

Amazing!

(via hrishita122000)

sappy-little-trees

When you reach That Point after hours of socializing

thelovejournals

I want to be inside your darkest everything.

Frida Kahlo (via thelovejournals)

hamotzi

old friends senior dog sanctuary dogs PART 2 (part 1 here)

wnq-writers

Anxiety is to me, what your shadow is to you. Do you get it now?

Amanda Vegas (via wordsnquotes)

wnq-writers

I find a strange comfort in sadness. It’s what I know and no one can ever take it from me because there is nothing to take. It almost feels a little like home to me, like it’s where I belong. I grew up here and it’s the place I always return to…. No matter what I do or where I go in life I always end up back here. For me, there is a distinct fear in happiness. Deep seated and unrelenting because I know deep down it won’t last. It’s never truly mine, and eventually something or someone will take it away because it doesn’t belong to me. Like you never did.

Ranata Suzuki (via wordsnquotes)