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She needed a hero, and that’s what she became.
mysheriamour (via wnq-writers)
If you are a tornado, I am a tsunami. We both destroy. Maybe that’s why we are so close to each other.
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I take great care of myself by carefully shutting myself away.
Vincent van Gogh (via vincentvangogh-art)
Send me ⚠ to find my muse at the end of a trail of blood.
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you can’t wake up, this is not a dream
I’ve lived too long with pain. I won’t know who I am without it.
Orson Scott Card, Ender’s Game (via darkinherheart)
I cannot be an optimist but I am a prisoner of hope.
Cornel West
Never let them see you’re hurt. Never let them see you cry. Never.
Selina Kyle. Catwoman Vol. 2, #75
In a perfect world everything would be either black or white, right or wrong, and everyone would know the difference. But this isn’t a perfect world. The problem is people who think it is.
Neal Shusterman, Unwind
You are not weak. You are full of spines and wars, scars and fire. You are fighting to carry a heart so heavy even Atlas cannot hold it up. There is all of this quiet, drowning kind of falling apart inside you and yet you are still breathing. You are still here. You are still here.
astagesetforcatastrophe, you are not weak (via astagesetforcatastrophe)
You are not weak. You are full of spines and wars, scars and fire. You are fighting to carry a heart so heavy even Atlas cannot hold it up. There is all of this quiet, drowning kind of falling apart inside you and yet you are still breathing. You are still here. You are still here.
astagesetforcatastrophe, you are not weak (via astagesetforcatastrophe)
Send “Future” for a drabble in which our muses have a family
Originally posted by uncle-lil
i’m not sure which is ωσяѕє. losing you or the guilt of knowing it’s my fault.
It’s 3am and the birds are singing. So I ask myself, have I fallen down the rabbit hole again?
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[bottles up feelings and lets them age for 10 years like a fine wine]
I was afraid of being rejected, yes. I was also afraid of being accepted for the wrong reasons.
Erich Segal, Love Story