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I also don't know me

[free-my-mindd]

Nietzsche, go for a walk

[cottaqecore]

chloe payne

[perfectquote]

“You sometimes think you want to disappear, but all you really want is to be found.”

— Kid Cudi

[ashstfu]

can't spell disconnecting from reality without disco. let's dance

[obvioussuggestion]

Compliment people. If you think a good thing about someone, there’s no harm in saying it aloud.

[recaption]

[starlightandtears]

I do not think, therefore I do not am.

[ball-hard-in-miklagard]

- René Descaren't

[freetheintp]

[beautiful---pain]

John Strelecky - Das Café am Rande Welt

[anghelsalupa]

When adults say, "Teenagers think they are invincible" with that sly, stupid smile on their faces, they don't know how right they are. We need never be hopeless, because we can never be irreparably broken. We think that we are invincible because we are. We cannot be born, and we cannot die. Like all energy, we can only change shapes and sizes and manifestations. They forget that when they get old. They get scared of losing and failing. But that part of us greater than the sum of our parts cannot begin and cannot end, and so it cannot fail.

Looking for Alaska, John Green

[booksqouted]

You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth, thinking about how you’ll escape it one day, and how awesome it will be, and imagining that future keeps you going, but you never do it. You just use the future to escape the present.

John Green, Looking for Alaska (via booksqouted)

[booksquotelife]

“Do things for people not because of who they are or what they do in return, but because of who you are.” - Harold Kushner

[urban-hieroglyphs]

[childweanedonpoison]

mentally i’m a slut physically i’m scared of intimacy 

[poems-and-word]

[thebookquotes]

And what I've come to realize is if you don't say what you need to say when you have a chance... you'll regret it. Even if you're mad, say it. Scream it into the world while you still have a chance to. Because once life passes you by, it's gone. And so are the words left unspoken.

— Brittainy C. Cherry, Loving Mr. Daniels

[poems-and-word]