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The End Of The F***ing World (2017) Created by Jonathan Entwistle 

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X-Files Meme: [¼] Locations → Mulder and Scully’s Office

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She has a certain presence about her. It’s hard to explain– you’ll usually see her alone in a crowd and it’ll makes you curious. Once you approach her though, she’ll give you a smile and you can tell she’s a little awkward, kinda shy, but open and friendly as well. Something about the way she carries herself makes you feel comfortable to be yourself. Your first impression would probably make you think she’s this bubbly, carefree soul. She’s very good at adapting to her surroundings– but if you take another glance, you’ll notice something more. It’s subtle, you won’t find it if you aren’t really looking. If you’re lucky, you might catch a glimpse of who she really is. Maybe in something she’ll say in passing or when you make eye contact with her. She’s been hurt many times, encountered hardships and a lot of unnecessary negativity in her life. She has a past, a chapter in her life she doesn’t speak about. She overcame all of it and wears a smile on her face. She will talk and joke and befriend you, but you’ll never really know who she is beneath the surface unless she chooses to show it. More often than not, she won’t.

aftertheam, Perspective of me from someone else’s POV (via wnq-writers)

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I mean, I have moments of huge frustration because of my inability to express myself linguistically as clearly as I would like to.

David Gilmour (via wordsnquotes)

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It’s alright to go out into the world live your life without me. You exist… and that is enough for me. I don’t need to see you or touch you or hold you. I don’t need to feel your kiss, or see your eyes light up when you smile, or hear your laughter in my ears. For I have had all those things once… and that is enough. To know that you exist is enough. Your happiness is mine and if that means that I never spend another moment in your presence and the thought of me never crosses your mind then I guess this is what you call ‘acceptance’. This is that moment when I open my hands to the sky and give you to the world. You cannot own a person… and love is a gift given freely with no guarantee of return. That is its most beautiful aspect… its purity; that it exists individually, irrespective of reciprocation. For you are you, and I am I, and once we were we… but as long as I exist and so do you – know that I will always love you.

Ranata Suzuki (via wordsnquotes)

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“She saved the world…a lot.”

Happy 20th Anniversary Buffy!

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It’s like when someone says, ‘How are you?’ Do you say, ‘Well, my head hurts and I’m lonely and depressed and I’m worried about everything and the world is collapsing and full of evil’? Or do you say, ‘I’m fine’?

Sara Shepard, The Visibles (via wordsnquotes)

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You look back one last time. Recalling all the familiar faces, moments, and memories that shaped you. You see how far you’ve come? How different you are now? You wouldn’t be here without any of them. But you also won’t be where you want to be if you’re still looking back. You should be able to move forward and learn how to see beyond the unknown. Just be valiant on what’s yet to come and be gallant on what’s happening already. Have certainty in a world full of uncertainties. Then you gently let go of the past, as the past will let go of you. Learn to embrace the future, learn to live in the now. Go and embark a new adventure. Start some new beginnings. Pack up your bags, leave the city, and let the world take you. For you know that you won’t ever get lost again because you’ve found yourself already. You trust yourself this time. There’s nothing to lose anymore, it’s only your heart and soul that matters. You are all you have, you are all you need. Leave every piece of you, scatter them one by one. But don’t throw everything as a whole because you should let each piece linger. Every inch of the past holds a story that brought you here, that’s why you let it sip in and you allow your old monsters to sleep beside you one last time. Know that it’s not easy to face your villains but always remember that you’re braver than what you were yesterday. You’re braver than what you were before. You slowly let go of everything, until you have nothing in your hands. And only then, you become fearless and free. You’ll appreciate how limited you are and be grateful for how limitless you can actually be. You’ll see the things that you’re capable of and also know that your incapabilities are what makes you special. This isn’t where it ends, this is only the start of your journey. The journey of self-discovery and self-acceptance. Of getting lost and being found. Of letting go and moving on. Of being yourself and living in love.

secnarfile, semper ad meliora (part 1 of 2)

wow. 

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learning how to “get the message” without actually getting the message. 

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Who knows what I want to do? Who knows what anyone wants to do? How can you be sure about something like that? Isn’t it all a question of brain chemistry, signals going back and forth, electrical energy in the cortex? How do you know whether something is really what you want to do or just some kind of nerve impulse in the brain? Some minor little activity takes place somewhere in this unimportant place in one of the brain hemispheres and suddenly I want to go to Montana or I don’t want to go to Montana. How do I know I really want to go and it isn’t just some neurons firing or something? Maybe it’s just an accidental flash in the medulla and suddenly there I am in Montana and I find out I really didn’t want to go there in the first place. I can’t control what happens in my brain, so how can I be sure what I want to do ten seconds from now, much less Montana next summer? It’s all this activity in the brain and you don’t know what’s you as a person and what’s some neuron that just happens to fire or just happens to misfire.

Don DeLillo, White Noise (via theliteraryjournals)