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Attention is dangerous.
SZA
(via kushandwizdom)
I think there is beauty in everything. What ‘normal’ people would perceive as ugly, I can usually see something of beauty in it.
Alexander McQueen (via stuffgurlswant)
I’m attracted to the extreme light and the extreme dark. I’m interested in the human condition and what makes people tick. I’m interested in the things people try to hide.
Johnny Depp (via wordsnquotes)
And no matter what you do, I will be there to carry you back home.
Lukas W. // Take you home (via somepiecesofmyheartandsoul)
— Sue Monk Kidd, The Invention of Wings
Guess I’ll never be that lucky
(via @c0nstantine-o)
there is something inside of me that will always burn for you. it’s like my bones are embers; and every day since you left me, they burn less and it hurts less. i have scars from the times you got too close, burns all over my body that remind me that your idea of love is pain. i still can’t catch my breath from the oxygen that you stole to keep your fire ignited. you are an oxygen thief, your quick hands and charismatic smile. i didn’t realize that i had been holding my breath until the day you disappeared and the air surged from my mouth. it’s been three months, fourteen days, five hours, and twenty-one seconds since you left. and i am learning how to keep myself warm. but some nights, i look desperately for a spark in the pile of ashes that you left at my feet. because even on some nights, it is hard to stay warm on my own.
(i.s.) - writing prompt #46: Write about unrequited love (via wnq-writers)
I’m a paradox. I want to be happy, but I think of things that make me sad. I’m lazy, yet I’m ambitious. I don’t like myself, but I also love who I am. I say I don’t care, but I really do. I crave attention, but reject it when it comes my way. I’m a conflicted contradiction. If I can’t figure myself out, there’s no way anyone else has.
Unknown (via help-n-quotes)
You can’t get stuck on what should have happened. That doesn’t help you.
Mitch Albom, Tuesdays with Morrie (via wordsnquotes)
Here’s to the people we said goodbye to, even though all we ever wanted was to hold on to them, begging them to stay. Here’s to those of us who still think of someone who’s long gone and struggle to let go. Here’s to the people we miss so much that the mere thought of them feels like a knife to the throat. Here’s to chances we didn’t take because the fear of failing was more than something that crossed our minds, it was a tangible thing that seeped into our skin and paralysed our bones. Here’s to the tears we allow to stream down our cheeks before we fall asleep at night so no one sees. Here’s to the love we have given over the years, the pieces of our hearts we handed out and never got back. Here’s to feelings we had to hide and fake smiles we plastered on our faces to uphold our charades. Here’s to whatever obstacle we’ve had to overcome, whatever battle we’ve had to fight, whatever pain we’ve had to feel, to make us kinder and better people - to make us evolve and grow. Here’s to everyone who believes in something more, in magic, in love, in the power of dreams and faith and everyone who has something to fight for. Here’s to everything that made us who we are today. Every glorious thing, the mountains we had to climb, the stars we had to count. Here’s to our ordinary lives we never fail to turn into something extraordinary. Here’s to our beautiful selves, raw and real, a reminder that life is not a line or a constant, but a vivid creature with its ups and downs and that all inconveniences considered, we’re doing pretty damn great.
here’s to life / n.j. (via theprocast)
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