Cassandra Clare

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Cassandra Clare
“What’s the worst thing I’ve stolen? Probably little pieces of other people’s lives. Where I’ve either wasted their time or hurt them in some way. That’s the worst thing you can steal, the time of other people. You just can’t get that back.”
— Chester Bennington
“I was the most beautiful rose in a garden full of them, and you picked me. How selfish of you to kill something so beautiful just so you could have it for yourself.”
— v.m
you’ve muted my creativity.
just like that, like a button on a tv remote.
all i can think of is the same repeating thoughts consisting of you.
what is there to write about when every pen i’ve bled out only bled for you?
v.m -you’ve finally shut me up
If I killed myself no one would be surprised,
yet everyone lets me live my life without interfering
knowing that I want to die.
It’s not even just me anymore,
they also pretend I’m alright.
v.m
“She had flowers in her hair flowers in her heart so if you’re forgetting all the ways that life is beautiful go and find her – she’ll be somewhere in the forest by the sea or in the garden waiting for you to come and see.”
— Kristen Costello
“I made up my mind that I would hold onto nothing, that I would expect nothing.”
— Henry Miller, Tropic of Cancer
“Have you ever had to get through a day, smiling at people, talking, as if everything were normal and okay, while all the the time you felt like you were carrying a leaden weight of unhappiness inside you?”
— Elizabeth Wurtzel, Prozac Nation
types of people
2am - city lights from a high rise, dusty book piles, tired eyes, writing stories, indie concerts, procrastination, denim jackets, classic movies, writing in a diary, impulse shopping, plants on the window ledge
5am - evening drives, dark circles under eyes, neon lights, vivid dreams, broken handwriting, 90s music, leather jackets, tousled hair, late night phone calls, silver necklaces, flannel around their waist
10am - soft blankets, lover of routine, acoustic songs, good grades, bullet journals, pastels and plants, sweet coffee, freshly baked bread, cat washi tape, cozy apartment, long winter coats over turtle neck jumpers, tote bags
1pm - yellow socks, doodles, doc martens, strawberries in the garden, sunflower daydreams, pictures of clouds and best friends, a handful of flowers, peach slices, paint smears on clothes
5pm - gold sunlight, peach ice tea, whispered secrets, swimming in the lake, roses on the wall, french pastries, learning foreign words, soft voices, bike rides and summer picnics, wax stamped envelopes
7pm - dreamy sunsets, evening laughter, cursive handwriting, glossy makeup, soft lighting, photo booths, cherry ice cream, sparkling ocean waves, vintage mirrors, sweet tangerines on a balcony, flowers in a bath
11pm - scented candles, unwanted nostalgia, existential questions, sadness without reason, sitting in the dark and watching the stars, associating songs with past lovers, soft heart, oversized jumpers
types of people
honey: lipstick, a sweet voice, confident laughter, handwritten notes, tries their best, loves fashion and dogs, bright eyes like the sun, new cities, good grades
woodsmoke: tired souls, ticket stubs and street maps from places they’ve visited, bodies full of untold stories, missing the train, coffee, gentle words
wisteria: dreamy evenings, freshly-baked cinnamon rolls, sipping tea, writing in a diary, thick, worn-out jumpers, handfuls of flowers, falling in love, book piles
saltwater: dark, tousled hair, ripped jeans, paintbrushes, lofty grins, swallowing hard, a little broken, trying desperately to be a good person
ink: soft aching hands buried in messy hair, tragic smiles, scribbling on dusty parchment, ancient ruins, attic windows, stars, cups of tea gone cold
thunderstorms: leather jackets, eyeliner wings, sharpening their smiles, lace-up boots, vinyl records, wikipedia articles, tangled earphones, cigarette afternoons
You will always be fond of me, I represent to you all the sins you never had the courage to commit.
Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray (via oscarwetnwilde)
I fucked up. You fucked up. But don’t ever say I didn’t love you. That’s all I ever did.
And you’re the one who left (via
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That’s all I ever did.
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Never push a loyal person to the point where they no longer care.
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Clear your mind here
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Tell me what you fucking want and i’ll be that for you.
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