It is not the brains that matter most, but that which guides them - the character, the heart, generous qualities, progressive ideas.
Fyodor Dostoyevsky

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It is not the brains that matter most, but that which guides them - the character, the heart, generous qualities, progressive ideas.
Fyodor Dostoyevsky
Ah yes, one of the most famous writers of all time….
being sad sounds pretty when the words of a depressed poet seem to know the way to describe their old lover’s fingers tracing circles on their skin being sad looks pretty when you see her eyes glistening from tears and the cigarette half hanging from her mouth as the smoke tangles itself around her hair and leaves you trailing the smell until you’re dizzy but being sad feels ugly when your heart aches for something that never was or maybe was but will never be again, the yearning for something greater that can never exist being sad is ugly not the person who is sad, but the weight that hangs over their head, the addicting quality that makes it so they never escape the grasp it has on their life, like you can never live without it, like a friend
roseflowr, being sad (via wordsnquotes)
Please, for the love of God please, remember that you never own another person. Whether they are your best friend or your significant other. They need the space that freedom allows, in order to breathe. If you keep a rope around their neck they will wither until they slip away from you, and you will still have lost them. Let them be fierce and majestic and go where the strings of their fate pull them. For the love of God remember human beings are complex. It takes years before you can truly see who someone is, down past their core. Don’t think you know them just because you see the way their soul affects their actions. There are infinite crevices and caverns deep inside of them that take many long journeys just to finally brush against, sometimes for them as much as you. Learn them gently. Slowly. You will never stop learning them.
endlessroadhome, People Are Not Objects (via wnq-writers)
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You like your girls Insane.
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