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Do you know how it feels to be dead while alive? To fall asleep each night to the sound of your own cries. To have your life change in the blink of an eye, to discover your reality was nothing but lies? Do you know how it feels to want someone to blame, to find yourself alone when your in the greatest pain, to shed a river of tears at the mention of a name, to realize that from this date forward things will never be the same? Do you know how it feels to learn your best wasnât enough? For someone you love to violate your ultimate trust, to find out those words were just cold hearted bluffs, to accept that the future holds no more promises for us? Do you know how it feels to make a fresh start, to keep a smile on your face even after your whole world fell apart?
(via sadness-0verwhelms-me)
this is so beautiful
(via shadesofinvisible)
I no longer have the energy for meaningless friendships, forced interactions or unnecessary conversations.
(via stay-ocean-minded)
Trainspotting (1996) dir. Danny Boyle
"I chose not to choose life. I chose somethinâ else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when youâve got heroin?"
today in philosophy i learned that witches were portrayed as riding broomsticks because back in the day it was a euphemism for riding the devilâs dick so just think about that before you consider dressing up as a witch for halloween
well quidditch just got awkward
And the devil laughs
You will miss him no matter how nicely or how badly he treated you and no matter how long or how little you had him you will miss him and you will want him to be the one that comforts you and you will want to know why he did this to you and you will scream at the world and be angry even at the flowers that grow from the soil of the earth and you will collapse on the floor like a leaf falling from its tree and you will feel lost like a tourist in a foreign city and you will feel so numb that you will have to check if your heart is even beating and I am not going to sugarcoat it for you and I am not going to tell you that he will come back and lift you out of your grave because the truth is you will have to stitch your body back together and you will have to be the one that cleans the waterfall of tears that have splashed your cheeks and no matter how much you wish for him to come back you will have to learn that most stars are already dead in light-years and you have to be the one that fixes your own gears of your contraption because you are the only one that can swim when you are drowning in your own blood.
You will miss him. (via dollpoetry)
voltage running through her skin standing there with nothing on
Faith is a great thing, and really religious people would like us to believe that faith and knowing are the same thing, but I donât believe that myself. Because there are too many different ideas on the subject. What we know is this: When we die, one of two things happens. Either our souls and thoughts somehow survive the experience of dying or they donât. If they do, that opens up every possibility you could think of. If they donât, itâs just blotto. The end.
Stephen King, Pet Sematary (via quoted-books)
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Men always say that as the defining compliment, donât they? Sheâs a cool girl. Being the Cool Girl means I am a hot, brilliant, funny woman who adores football, poker, dirty jokes, and burping, who plays video games, drinks cheap beer, loves threesomes and anal sex, and jams hot dogs and hamburgers into her mouth like sheâs hosting the worldâs biggest culinary gang bang while somehow maintaining a size 2, because Cool Girls are above all hot. Hot and understanding. Cool Girls never get angry; they only smile in a chagrined, loving manner and let their men do whatever they want. Go ahead, shit on me, I donât mind, Iâm the Cool Girl. Men actually think this girl exists. Maybe theyâre fooled because so many women are willing to pretend to be this girl. For a long time Cool Girl offended me. I used to see men â friends, coworkers, strangers â giddy over these awful pretender women, and Iâd want to sit these men down and calmly say: You are not dating a woman, you are dating a woman who has watched too many movies written by socially awkward men whoâd like to believe that this kind of woman exists and might kiss them. Iâd want to grab the poor guy by his lapels or messenger bag and say: The bitch doesnât really love chili dogs that much â no one loves chili dogs that much! And the Cool Girls are even more pathetic: Theyâre not even pretending to be the woman they want to be, theyâre pretending to be the woman a man wants them to be. Oh, and if youâre not a Cool Girl, I beg you not to believe that your man doesnât want the Cool Girl. It may be a slightly different version â maybe heâs a vegetarian, so Cool Girl loves seitan and is great with dogs; or maybe heâs a hipster artist, so Cool Girl is a tattooed, bespectacled nerd who loves comics. There are variations to the window dressing, but believe me, he wants Cool Girl, who is basically the girl who likes every fucking thing he likes and doesnât ever complain. (How do you know youâre not Cool Girl? Because he says things like: âI like strong women.â If he says that to you, he will at some point fuck someone else. Because âI like strong womenâ is code for âI hate strong women.â)
â Gillian Flynn, Gone Girl (via puisquecestjoli)
Just.... Damn.
This is glorious.
I will always reblog this
MY FUCKING FACE WHEN I REALIZED WHAT SONG THEYâRE PLAYING.
Holy ishhhh!!!!!
Stop calling her pretty. She isnât âprettyâ. Pretty doesnât even begin to describe her. She is so much more than that. She is kind hearted and heartbroken, gentle and dangerous, an angel one day and a she devil the next, intelligent yet silly, hilariously funny yet devastatingly sad, she is passion personified as a human being. Pretty isnât even close. Sheâs a supernova that trails stardust in her wake, a constellation of contradictions plucked from outer space. And all you can think to call her is âprettyâ.