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“I have spent my whole life terrified. Scared of things that could go wrong. Things that might happen; things that might not happen. But in time I’ve seen that it’s fear that’s the real enemy. So get up. Get out there, and live the life you want to live.”

— Unknown

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the cutest

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The crippling fear that if I wake up the dream that right now I see so clearly will vanish is keeping me asleep. Paralysed with fear, I lay down. Waiting for something that will jolt me up from my rotting.

“If you want to make your dreams come true, the first thing you have to do is wake up.”

— J.M. Power

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you know what? fuck this.

i love my life. i don't like a lot of what's in it, what with the loneliness and bigotry.

but my life, as is? i love it. i love breathing, walking, eating. i love being alive on so many levels.

i love being cells, little tiny protein robots that, by themselves, are little more than combustion engines running on glucose, but build up to a (comparatively) colossal being.

i love being terrestrial, feeling the dirt under my feet, the air in my lungs, every grimy bit of being on land.

i love being animal, eating and sleeping and being gross in every disgusting, happy way that animals are

i love being human, having such a big brain that i can truly revel in how vast the world is, and yet how small.

i love life. i don't like a lot of stuff in it, but i love life and living.

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You do know what you have, you just don’t want to acknowledge it: A story of hide and seek 

Where my whole life I’ve been hiding what I feel behind the excuse that I didn’t know : how I felt, why I felt it, why I didn’t want to leave my bedroom .  Even when the reality hit me hard in the face I pretend to be knocked down by something else, I’m a factory of bullshit. Making up  excuses has become my second nature. I try to pretend to be a person that I am not, I’m fooling myself and the ones who love me. And even tho right now I am here writing this Im pretending to be someone else, writing the Story of a game, an innocent game played by children, but I’m not a kid, and what I’m hiding is not hidden, is there in plain sight, is in everything but I’ve became the queen of walking around objects pretending they are invisible. They’re not invisible all the same i’ve become so accustomed to them being there that their presence is just another decor in the messy apartment that is my brain.  

What am I hiding ? What am I seeking? 

A fairy-tail for another time 

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there is no such thing as being "behind in life" but it's okay to recognise that you missed out on some things whilst you were busy surviving

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“It’s easy to take off your clothes and have sex. People do it all the time. But opening up your soul to someone, letting them into your spirit, thoughts, fears, future, hopes, dreams… that is being naked.”

— Rob Bell

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Kit Connor by Joseph Sinclair

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Kit has the nicest biceps and pecs! His pecs are the pillows I want to sleep on at night.

This picture is the definition of "lives in my brain rent-free"

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he really is just so adorable-

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Clementine Von Radics, from In A Dream You Saw A Way To Survive; “You are on the floor crying”

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Some people just want you to feel bad about yourself to make em think they’re better than they’re actually are. (x)

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Found this on twitter

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@the2headedcalf / On Love, Alain de Botton /  @tilthat / Céline Sciamma / Twitter: Nightshiftmp3 / Twitter: Thepartypope / Portrait of a Lady on Fire / The Clean House, Sarah Ruhl

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Could willingly waste my time in it.

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“If you can’t figure out where you stand with someone, it might be time to stop standing and start walking.”

— Unknown

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"The Kiss", a 12,000-year-old rock painting at Pedra Furada in Brazil