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[etthotell]

“Hell is others” - Jean-Paul Sartre

[strangemonochromes]

Mimi no Kaidan (ミミの怪談) // Junji Ito

[frail-cat]

“I am so afraid of disappointing the people I love, I often forget that I am someone I love too. And I need kindness just as much as I believe the people I love do.”

—

Nikita Gill

I matter

(via astound)

[kiarakirai-deactivated20200605]

[wildfairy]

most days i am a museum of things i want to forget.

E.E. Scott, Every Day I Am Trying New Techniques To Make Myself Disappear, published in Shabby Doll House (via wildfairy)

[useleverage]

[seduirequotes]

[wordsnquotes]

Before you speak, ask yourself: is it kind, is it necessary, is it true, does it improve on the silence?

Sai Baba (via wordsnquotes)

[lifeinpoetry]

I hate that I have to keep reminding myself that I am an adult. I hate that I don’t know what that means.

Sarah Certa, from “Bruises,” published in Split Lip Magazine (via lifeinpoetry)

[chaosophia218]

Rodney Collin - ‘’The Theory of Celestial Influence’’, 2006.

[zsofiaolga-deactivated20211214]

[quotemadness]

Every day you’re not here is another day we could have been laughing together.

Ranata Suzuki (via quotemadness)

[1000drawings]

by wuukasch

[wnq-anonymous]

You silly little girl, you think you’ve survived so long survival shouldn’t hurt anymore. You keep trying to turn your body bulletproof. You keep trying to turn your heart bomb shelter. Stop, darling. You are soft and alive. You bruise and heal. Cherish it. It is what you were born to do. It will not be beautiful, but the truth never is. Come now, you promised yourself. You promised you’d live through this.

Clementine von Radics, “There is the Worst and Then There is More,” Mouthful of Forevers  (via wordsnquotes)

[serious]

constantly gravitating towards you

[reputing-deactivated20231019]

[laskawie-deactivated20200518]

x

[iamnamelesspau]

x

[blossomfully]

I wanted to say something: “I’m sorry,” or perhaps “fuck you.” I wanted to say, “I let you in and you abused that position of trust.” But no no no. I wanted to say, “kiss me please please, we can forget everything.” Or maybe, maybe I just wanted to say, “I forgive you. You’re not sorry but I still forgive you.

S.Z. // Excerpt from a book I’ll never write #262  (via blossomfully)