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Hi. I'm 21 and I live in France. If you need something or if you wanna talk my ask box is always open. Stay strong.

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It’s a miracle we ever met by Hallie Bateman

[blossomfully]

“I knew we were temporary,“ she said. “Sometimes people come into your life and all you can do is appreciate them while they’re there, and try not to get attached to the way they bring light into your life; and try not to miss them when they leave.”

— Sue Zhao // Nothing but Strawberries #7

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“I would rather die of passion than boredom.”

— Vincent van Gogh

[emotionated]

knowing who you want and not being able to be with them is heart breaking

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i hate being shy it ruined my childhood and now it’s ruining the rest of my life

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[hipster-aesthetics]

hipster blog

[achel-ois]

You are allowed to grieve the years you lost to mental illness. You’re allowed to be mad that it happened to you. You’re allowed to pine after the person you might have been had it been different. But don’t let that get in the way of your growing into your new self and following a wholly new path for your life.

[inkskinned]

a serpent lives somewhere inside my ribs between my solar plexus and my sternum   so i’m sorry that i end up poisoning everything i want to sink my teeth into   it’s just that i don’t know how to love without crushing something in my palms it’s just that i don’t know how to love how to be enough    and maybe you can learn to think i’m cute and cuddly and good for you but i’ll always be this, some bit of broken tooth, i’ll always be wild, always dangerous  always a threat to you.   just. i’m sorry for hurting you.  it’s all i really know how to do.

A good friend // r.i.d (via inkskinned)

[marci1900]

[wnq-writers]

Rome is built on ruins And is quite breathtaking; What makes you think You can’t be too?

(via oceane-water)

[my-ghostly-tears]

[my-ghostly-tears]

[drunk-on-books]

Happiness is beneficial for the body, but it is grief that develops the powers of the mind.

Marcel Proust. (via drunk-on-books)

[empty-and-lonely]

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