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It is June. I am tired of being brave.

Anne Sexton, from “The Truth the Dead Know” (via theclassicsreader)

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I can dead be sobbing in front of you with a broken heart and I’ll still crack a joke

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me *surrounded by a pack of wolves that are about to eat me*: settle down puppies!! I only have two hands , i cant pet you all at the same time!!!!! Haha !!!! i love you all

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You will hear thunder and remember me, And think: she wanted storms.

Anna Akhmatova, Excerpt of You Will Hear Thunder (via eshghxm)

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You are beautiful because you let yourself feel, and that is a brave thing indeed.

Shinji Moon (via wordsnquotes)

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You will fall in love with someone who’s cold and always seemingly pushing you away. When all is said and done, they will be forever known as the one person you couldn’t get to love you. Unfortunately, it will hurt and sting worse than the good ones, the ones that chopped up your meat for you and picked out an eyelash from your eye and were nice to your mother, because love often feels like a game we need to win.

Ryan O’Connell, The People You Will Fall in Love With in Your 20s (via wordsnquotes)

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I don’t understand people who don’t think the universe is amazing. Like you literally can look up and see stars that are millions and billions of light years away that might have exploded before our earth was even created. How does it not trip people out, knowing that we are so small and insignificant. Nothing we do is going to leave a big impact. And we don’t know what could happen. The sun could explode turning us all into stardust or an asteroid could hit earth leaving no trace of our existence. So tell me, how can people not be amazed by our universe.

Me, every time I look up (via in-the-shadow-of-happiness)

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People inspire you, or they drain you — pick them wisely

Hans F. Hansen (via hplyrikz)

Clear your mind here

(via hplyrikz)

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7.2.14 

you were my sky

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A letter I'll pretend I gave to you but never really did.

they say poetry looses its grandeur when you realize there isn't a single combination of words that can make someone love you back but that doesn't change the fact that I want to climb the highest mountain and scream about the infatuation I have for you. If my words could make you love me I would break my hand writing about you because I was never too good at speaking how I feel to those who I love. Something as beautiful as you should always be read about or spoken about if that's what you prefer. I fear that if I tell people about you they might fall in love with you too. You are the rain I need on the sunny days that fill me with anxiousness and the light I need in the darkness that wallows me away and turns me into someone I hate. You are the drunken words and the sober thoughts you are the sheets I hold so tightly onto you are something you see on a billboard in New York City you are the wind that whispers in my ear you are the door I keep knocking at you are the anger in my voice, but the lights in my eyes you are the comfort in my being. You are everything beautiful. I think the reason they associate people with drugs might be because when I took those pills to make me forget I somehow drifted away to only you. my biggest addiction. They tell me you're no good for me but neither was the fact I had to abuse substances in order to feel nothing, in fear of feeling something. I guess thats why my mother always said I had a tendency of making bad things good for me and good things bad for me. My consistency of opening up scared me to the point of wondering why I even have a voice but for you I would rip my self open and bleed myself dry. I somehow find the sad comfort between kissing bottles and boys who mean nothing to me because just like the bottom of the bottle they will be gone before the end of the night. You are what I've always needed in this lonely pitiful daydream I call a life. They all say I need to realize this is reality and not a daydream but what's so wrong with living inside my head anyway? They also say poetry looses its grandeur when you realize there isn't a single combination of words that can make someone love you yet here I am putting together a beautiful combination of words in hopes that something as little as that will make you love me.

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