the only thing

charlie. be at rest.

[alexromero]

Practical Magic (1998) dir. Griffin Dunne

My darling girl, when are you going to realize that being normal is not necessarily a virtue? It rather denotes a lack of courage!

[seventhbrother]

i wanna crawl out of my skin and never have to come back to it

[praying]

[wishfor-infinity]

[illkim]

[flacomexicano-deactivated201806]

a timeless classic.

[valykas-deactivated20190916]

I can’t with this. This fucks me up every time.

[gifmovie]

[s-u-f-j-a-n-s-t-e-v-e-n-s]

Truth

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[seventhbrother]

lorenabobbitt:

Borderline - Sufjan Stevens

Hope isn’t a word A sudden said brother And what do you care?

[spiritslop]

sometimes bitch you’ve jus gotta wipe those tears from your face, let out an unsettling hysterical laugh and fuckin go to sleep

[seventhbrother]

Allow my arms to be your purity ring I am the second sweater when the first does not suffice Hung in the closet for more days than it is worn

[seventhbrother]

Damn I just fucked myself up

[seventhbrother]

Why am I so easy to forget like that

[seventhbrother]

[seventhbrother]

I carry a lot of guilt and I think some of it I probably don't need to feel but the other half I do thing I should carry because maybe I'm not always a good person

[seventhbrother]

I think I am getting healthier now that I'm older because my usual upset self would delete delete delete but I recognize that that wouldn't fix me and I won't feel ashamed of being just me

[lora-mathis]

i am constantly in mourning. there is always an old self that i am  putting to rest.

Lora Mathis (via gyost)

[wellconstructedsentences]

You do not have to be good. You do not have to walk on your knees For a hundred miles through the desert, repenting. You only have to let the soft animal of your body love what it loves. Tell me about despair, yours, and I will tell you mine. Meanwhile the world goes on. Meanwhile the sun and the clear pebbles of the rain are moving across the landscapes, over the prairies and the deep trees, the mountains and the rivers. Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air, are heading home again. Whoever you are, no matter how lonely, the world offers itself to your imagination, calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting — over and over announcing your place in the family of things.

Wild Geese by Mary Oliver (via wellconstructedsentences)

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Stevie Nicks - Crystal