Everything has its end. Pain. Suffering. Inadequacy. Shame. Guilt. You are a writer, everyday you write your own life story, write the end to all of the things that no longer serve you in love.

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Everything has its end. Pain. Suffering. Inadequacy. Shame. Guilt. You are a writer, everyday you write your own life story, write the end to all of the things that no longer serve you in love.
The Shining (1980) dir. Stanley Kubrick
dunno who he is but he seems nice
learning to move around discomfort
3 am sheds more light on my fears than you ever did.
Noor Shirazie (via noorshirazie)
The cycle continues
Never ignore your first instinct just because it isn’t what you want to believe.
William Chapman (via wordsnquotes)
No, I’m not ok. But I haven’t been ok since I was 11, maybe 12. I am still here though. I’m still breathing. For me, sometimes, that will have to be enough.
Clementine von Radics (via wordsnquotes)
im usually very anti-picasso and anti-great modernist painters in general but i just found this painting he did of a cat check it out
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“The most important journey you will take in your life will usually be the one of self transformation. Often, this is the scariest because it requires the greatest changes, in your life.”
― Shannon L. Alder
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Can I tell you a secret? You don’t have to be in a relationship. I mean it. I know they force it down your throat until you choke on it. Girls aren’t pretty unless they’re wanted. Boys aren’t men unless they’re having sex with someone. People aren’t lovable until they’re dating someone. But a relationship won’t always make you happy, and as wonderful as romance is, it isn’t the only love that exists. I have seen friendships that are deeper and more pure than couples who swear it’s forever - and yet the friendship is the one people ignore. I have heard so often “nobody loves me” out of the mouths of people who are single. And it kills me because if you ask them: where are your parents, your teachers, your classmates, your pets - they say, yes, okay, but it doesn’t count. Of course it counts, love doesn’t diminish just because someone doesn’t want to have sex with you. In fact, doesn’t it sort of make that love more real that they want nothing - not even a date - out of you? It is pretty to be in love. It’s magical, I’m sure. But it’s also wonderful to stop for ice cream in your prom dress with six other girls. It’s also wonderful to go visit the world with nothing but a bunch of buddies who are really excited about learning. The problem is: we’ve made everything about “the one”. But maybe “the one” is just you, loving yourself, having fun, and being happy. Maybe instead of looking for our other halves, we should be piecing ourselves together. Maybe I wasn’t born unfinished. Maybe I am the one who makes myself better.
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I never knew how strong I was until I had to forgive someone who wasn’t sorry, and accept an apology I never received.
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The fact that I forgive you doesn’t mean you ‘won.’ It doesn’t mean you 'got away with something.’ It simply means I’m free to go back to the light, reclaim my inner peace, and stay there.
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I had to learn to live without you and I couldn’t make sense of it, because I left so much of me inside of you.
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