I want to fight, scratch it off, start again, because I start to see and understand.
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I want to fight, scratch it off, start again, because I start to see and understand.
Claude Monet, “Letter to Frédéric Bazille,” 1864 (via wordsnquotes)
Fog in the distance
parks and rec had the best minor characters
When even Rihanna can’t tolerate the Bullshit
I think I fall in love a little bit with anyone who shows me their soul. This world is so guarded and fearful. I appreciate rawness so much.
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Clear your mind here
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When nobody else celebrates you, learn to celebrate yourself. When nobody else compliments you, then compliment yourself. It’s not up to other people to keep you encouraged. It’s up to you. Encouragement should come from the inside.
Joel Osteen (via psych-facts)
We worship perfection because we can’t have it; if we had it, we would reject it. Perfection is inhuman, because humanity is imperfect.
Fernando Pessoa, The Book of Disquiet (via hplyrikz)
She did not need much, wanted very little. A kind word, sincerity, fresh air, clean water, a garden, kisses, books to read, sheltering arms, a cozy bed, and to love and be loved in return.
Starra Neely Blade (via hplyrikz)
I still catch myself feeling sad about things that don’t matter anymore.
Kurt Vonnegut (via hplyrikz)
*6am, opens eyes*
me: I can't wait to go to bed tonight.
Group projects with your best friends.
There’s a brief moment when you first wake up where you have no memories, a blissful blank slate, a happy emptiness, but it doesn’t last long and you remember exactly where you are and what you are trying to forget.
Carrie Bradshaw, The Carrie Diaries (via hplyrikz)
I know. I’m very hard to talk to. I realize that.
The Catcher in the Rye (via hplyrikz)
Clear your mind here
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