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we are all just stars with people names  ☆

[inkskinned]

i horde good things, but i never end up deserving them. i save things for better days, spend good times thinking about how i’ll eventually be looking back on the moment, hold onto people i should let go of long after they’ve started to burn me. i have treasure troves of unused gifts, art kits, beautiful things. on the terrible days i tell myself it could always be worse. on the great days i say i need to wait for it. i feel guilty when i indulge myself. can’t bring myself to move on. let nostalgia paint roses on bruises. the truth is i never know when the bad will come back. i’m always in a state of bracing for impact.

[inkskinned]

anybody else feel like an absurd amount of foreboding for 2018 like 2016 sucked my soul out 2017 put my corpse into a really fast car i couldn’t control and i feel like 2018 is The Arrival At The Gates Of Satan

[uemuura]

writing

i’d like to start writing again. 

for reals this time. 

no more bs. just words. 

i miss being able to express myself without worrying about judgement.

i miss the process of feelings to words. 

i miss typing on my keyboard. 

words pouring out.

i  just miss this. 

this journey. 

[wordsnquotes]

Stop thinking that other people are going to come and save you. You gotta save yourself.

Rae Earl  (via wordsnquotes)

[inkskinned]

you were my best friend, so all my stories had you in them. you were always the person i was quoting, always the name i dropped in conversations. he showed me this, he told me this joke, he gave me this bracelet, he took me here, he wrote me this nice thing. 

you were always on my mind. you were the most important person to me. all of my friends wanted to wring out their ears for how often i spoke of you.

one night i asked you why the opposite wasn’t true. you never told your friends little things about me. whenever you mentioned me, you’d just say, “my friend,” not mention the other things. i asked you, and laughed, and choked out,  “are you embarrassed of me?”

you looked down to your feet. “i just don’t talk about you,” you mumbled. “I don’t know why it’s important. it doesn’t really mean anything to me.”

[uemuura]

“The serving women came with almonds, King Hyrodes clapped, the actor Jason pranced upon the stage, and behind him, the chorus boys, dressed as women, moving their arms in delicate dance, sang of the gods, of their generosity, and of their love for all mankind.”

Everything was just glowing when suddenly, a loud crack and boom filled the harmonious hall, the ceiling collapsed and before anybody even realized what had happened, the boys in dress was already crushed under the fallen structure of the building. King Hydrodes’ servants, despite their own bloody arms and knees, ran to check up on the King, for incompetency is a crime punishable by Death. In the presence of the King, and the possibility of harm, nobody gave any attention to the crushed chorus boys. At this exact moment, blood can be seen seeping through the wooden shambles, and if you listen closely, you can even hear a faint cry for help. But of course, there are many chorus boys, and only one King. 

[disbar-deactivated20160905]

Don’t think about what can happen in a month. Don’t think about what can happen in a year. Just focus on the 24 hours in front of you and do what you can to get closer to where you want to be.

Eric Thomas (via disbar)

[un-petit-tour]

[automatically]

if you want a nice body, go get it. if you want to become a lawyer, study your ass off. if you want nice hair, pick a style and get it done. stop being afraid and motivate yourself. find yourself. find your happiness, because it’s out there waiting for you.

[sungkyunglee-blog]

Lee Sung Kyung for InStyle, September 2015 Issue

[challenger2753]

[uemuura]

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[uemuura]

How old are you if you don't mind me asking some of the stuff you post is really deep :o

I just turned 23 :P

[wnq-writers]

The boy doesn’t run, When chased down by emotion, For love is his pursuer, A heart beat into motion, And on the nights like this, While it is dark and lonely, There’s just silence and painful tears, While he tortures himself slowly. Eventually, love kills you.

truestone (via wnq-writers)

[wnq-writers]

What do you do when you realize you’re the coal that became a diamond from all the pressure that was built up inside of you? You shatter the glass ceiling. You let the shards fall and break. You were made for this, forged from fire, your heart compressed to glittering stone. You become unbreakable. You adapt to the change. Let those that are breakable crumble. It is not your job to shrink so that they feel safe. It is your job to explode, to show the world that your bones are made of steel and your heart is full of a hope that will not be repressed. And it is only through this process, dear one, that you can find true peace.”

Natasha Redd  (via wnq-writers)

[fashion-choices]

Valentino | Couture Fall/Winter 2015/16 Rome

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[uemuura]

Today an asian customer asked me if my colleague had too much alcohol to drink because he was really red. I had to tell her ‘no mam, that is just how white people are’.