I promise I shall never give up, and that I’ll die yelling and laughing.
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I promise I shall never give up, and that I’ll die yelling and laughing.
Jack Kerouac (via startramp)
I just can’t get rid of the feeling that I am a bad person with a good heart. I always want to do the right thing but in the end I’m fucking things up. In the end I’m always fucking things up.
blxckwinkel (via wnq-writers)
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Karen
One day I will run I will cry, but I am not weak. I will worry, but it doesn’t hold me back. I will fall, but I do not stop. When I get to where in going I will endure another battle, only to be stronger than I was before.
clairees6 (via wnq-writers)
you died screaming, yet the monster who took your place was silent.
you are a weapon, and weapons do not weep | h.a (via steverigers)
At fifteen you had the radiance of early morning, at twenty you will begin to have the melancholy brilliance of the moon.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise ( via thequotejournals )
The poisonous world flows into my mouth like water into that of a drowning man
Franz Kafka, from ‘The Diaries of Franz Kafka’ (via aegeane)
I want to think again of dangerous and noble things. I want to be light and frolicsome. I want to be improbable and beautiful and afraid of nothing as though I had wings.
Mary Oliver, from ‘Starlings in Winter’ (via aegeane)
this is tragedy: icarus reaching for the sun like reaching for holiness (have you ever loved someone so much it burned?)
s.u., lament for icarus (via lamentful)
Flora I by Hanne//Beatle on Flickr.
R. Messina by James Fitzgerald III on Flickr.
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Your history is written in blood and bruises.
make yourself a force to be reckoned with
i could shatter at any moment. but im still here.
They will write poetry about your suffering. Make it beautiful.