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@musingsofmyshatteredmind
The purpose of literature is to turn blood into ink.
and that’s why you don’t go around fixing people
and that’s why you don’t give up pieces of yourself to make someone else whole
We do this more than we think. Sometimes we reject those who have helped us the most. Other times, we help those who allow their egos to hide their humilities.
someONE FUCKING MAKE THAT TEDDY BEAR HAPPY BEFORE I CHOKE BECAUSE I HAVE TEARS BRIMMING MY EYES HELP ME
it may take time but there is someone waiting to hold your hand
My tears
I’ve reblogged this already but I love it.
The first time I blogged this he was broken and alone. Now he has love :’)
So relatable 😩😩
Me in this teddy bear have something in common I’m waiting
why am I drunk crying over a teddy bear
“There is the great lesson of ‘Beauty and the Beast,’ that a thing must be loved before it is lovable.”
— G.K. Chesterton (via thelovejournals)
More here
Clear your mind here
Or permanence...
Nothing in this life , lasts.
I can relate to this
“We mature with the damage, not over the years.”
— Mateus William
19-8-2018
25-8-2018
These violent delights have violent ends,
And in their triumph die, like fire and powder,
Which, as they kiss consume: the sweetest honey
Is loathsome in his own deliciousness
And in the taste confounds the appetite:
Therefore love moderately; long love doth so;
Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow. - Friar Lawrence (Romeo and Juliet)