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“I’ve wanted to kill myself a hundred times, but somehow I am still in love with life.”
— Voltaire, Candide (via thoughtkick)
What lies under these stones?
eurydice - sarah ruhl
“There are times when I am convinced I am unfit for any human relationship.”
— Franz Kafka, Letters To Felice
“Until you get comfortable with being alone, you’ll never know if you are choosing someone out of love or loneliness.”
— Mandy Hale
Now more than ever, I need to know my communities are intersectional.
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Photographer: Langston Bowen
Sometimes waking up doesn't equal a new beginning, but a return to a never ending nightmare.
“Note to self: You’ve gotta do this for you. This is for you. This isn’t about anybody. Live for you. Honor you. Never lose sight of that.”
— Unknown (via thoughtkick)
good things will happen 🧿
things that are meant to be will fall into place 🧿
THIS ONE FUCKING WORKS. REBLOG IT.
Okay I reblogged and got into the entrepreneurship program I wanted. This WORKS
Reblogging for some added help for the coming months
“Life isn’t about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself.”
— George Bernard Shaw (via quotefeeling)
“Loving me isn’t easy, I have sharp edges, I have missing parts.”
— Donte Collins
Flowers is real life poetry.
“First we feel. Then we fall.”
— James Joyes
stargazing, the smell of earth after it rains, misty mornings by the sea, earl grey tea, lavender, the smell of old books, charcoal drawings, braids, long conversations late at night, quiet afternoons spent listening to music, baking, owls, winter, open windows, getting so absorbed in a book you forget the world exists, snow globes, watching milk swirl into coffee, getting up early to watch the sunrise, the sound of rain on a rooftop as you try to fall asleep, keeping a journal
Not feeling "full" all the time, doesn't make you any less beautiful 🌙❤️
Graveyards.
A graveyards walls are high,
But there's no need for them at all,
For those inside who have lived and died,
Have no need to climb a wall.
A graveyards walls are big,
But there's no need for them to be,
For those outside who have not died;
They don't want in, you see.
A graveyard Church is quite,
When you visit in the day,
But if you call in the dead of night,
The dead kneel there to pray.
Some graveyards paths are overgrown,
And lead to God knows where,
To the crypts and tombs of the unknown,
Who cry out in despair.
Some graveyards are so beautiful,
Some are overgrown and wild,
But one thing they have in common;
We're all dying to get inside.
©Ambrose Harte
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