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“She’s the kind of girl who never calls you, even when she needs you more than anything, you could get a text back from her after 3 hours, ‘cause she’s lost herself in another John Green’s book, she may love you, but she’d rather spend time with her tv-shows than make dinner with you, she’s the kind of girl who messages you at 5 am with some weird facts she read on tumblr, she loves dancing with the devil and is the most self-destructive person I’ve ever met, she doesn’t like talking about her parents and future plans, but she’s obsessed with psychology and universe, she would talk all day long about how somewhere there’s a mushroom that grows in the wild and tastes like fried chicken or that a single human male produces enough sperm in two weeks to impregnate every fertile woman on the planet, she always used to read the last page of the book to know how it ends, she told me this is called “the spoiler paradox”, when knowing the end of a story doesn’t hurt the experience of the story, it actually makes you enjoy the story more, you could hurt her again and again and she would let you in everytime you call her ‘darling’, when the skies were grey she could paint them in blue and white with her smile and eyes, she is naive, but honest.”

— http://writies.tumblr.com/ (via know-mheiy-better)

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mood: i wanna travel the world and learn stuff and grow as a person

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“Your smile is like waking up at 5 am on a summer camp morning, creeping out of the cabin and sitting outside in the gentle morning light, bare feet in the dew covered grass and a cool breeze sending a shiver down my soul. Your voice is like the gentle crash of lake water against the shore, birds chirping and leaves swaying in the lethargic wind. There are sunbeams in your eyes, heating up my bare arms as I lay in the grass. There is saltwater in your laugh, cleansing and sparkling and stinging. Watching you is like watching the earth awaken, early in the morning when the horizon is foggy and the air is still cold. And maybe you’re used to “I’m not a morning person”, to sleeping in and grumbling at the alarm clock and not smiling until a gallon of coffee has been consumed. But darling, the sunrise is always beautiful, no matter who is awake to notice.”

— a love letter to nobody // c.r.h. (via sleevesofgrass)

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“my dear, we are all made of water. it’s okay to rage. sometimes it’s okay to rest. to recede.”

— Sanober Khan (via kestrelofthenorth)

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don’t shit on people for having self confidence and being happy with their appearance like how bitter are you

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I’m having a conversation with one of my friends and I ask him, “What defines you?” and he responded with, “Nothing. A definition excludes the possibility for change.”

This is one of the best responses I’ve ever received to any of my questions.

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i think people need to stop glorifying sassiness and bitterness and start promoting the idea of actually being nice and civil to people who did nothing to you.

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“I saw the tear form in the corner of your eye. But I was speechless. I had been in your shoes before. I knew the pain you were in and I understood. Nothing I could say or do would make the pain go away. But you have me. And as I reached out my hand towards you and we sat across each other in the silence, the tear made its way down your cheek and onto the floor. A smile formed in the corner of your lips because you knew you weren’t alone. And although you may think I don’t know how you feel or what you’ve been through..I do. And I will not let you sink into despair or allow you to feel the way I felt because I had no one. You have me. All of me and together we will conquer the hatred the world throws at us.”

— findmeinthedepthsoftheocean (via wnq-writers)

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“i asked her what types of people she was interested in then she stared at me dead serious and said, “i like a person who has been around, who’s been pushed too far, I’m highly interested in a person who had to grow up before their age..i know what you’re thinking I’m describing a fucked up person but whats the fun in sharing your mind with a sane person when you can have the thrill, joy, adventure, misery, and the pleasure of sharing it with an insane one” in that moment i was certain she was the only one for me.”

— (via sky-lin3d)

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“She’s a mess of gorgeous chaos and you can see it in her eyes.”

— Charles Bukowski (via wordsnquotes)

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i sort of wish it was possible to swap bodies. for two people to consensually slip into a new life. i sort of wish instead of saying “i wish you could see my view” we could just jump into it.

men who learn exactly how much it wasn’t asking for it. who laughed at catcalling because she’s pretty. where the jokes stop being funny. women who finally understand why they’re wrong about transgender individuals, why they’re still woman in the body of the man. who learn that their gay child really can’t “just control it.” who sob in the bathroom for hours because they’ve got to give the body back. 

people with mental illness who get to feel how much someone loves them, who don’t have to rely on just words. who take that with them. neurotypical people learning exactly what they’ve been ignorant of; trying kale shakes and yoga and sobbing because nothing is working. learning to be understanding. mentally ill people who at first are sick in their heart about how much easier it all is but at the same time finding out: they really are ill, nothing was laziness, nothing was a lie. that they accomplished so much more than anyone could have thought possible. 

just learning things about people. how your happy friend is quiet and shaky in front of her father. how good he is at drawing, how much his hands hurt. their pride in their immaculately decorated room, their extensive set of dog movies no one else will listen to them talk about. the obvious and explicitly consensual exploration of a partner’s body, the insane trust of knowing someone won’t do that exact thing.

just imagine how much we don’t know about someone. all their cool facts or small talents. imagine returning to your body and saying: i’m sorry that was boring i know it’s not nice to be i’m sorry - and having them gush because they’re so impressed with how you never complain about those achy hips or how they’re really proud of you for those poems you never show anyone. discovering you’re not weird, that what you thought no one would understand is exactly what someone else is going through. 

and someone finally saying: hey. i’m proud of you.

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Personal growth becomes so addictive once you realize that it’s always possible to improve your experience of being.

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I’m ok. I’m gonna be ok. I’m gonna live a beautiful life and I’ll get to know beautiful people. I will create things of beauty and be surrounded by flowers. And I’ll love myself, and I’ll be soft, I’ll be kind. And I’ll be ok.

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I’ve always been told not to give in to peer pressure but I’ve never been told not to pressure my peers and I think that shows how dysfunctional society is

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my life is constantly just an inner monologue of ‘why do i do this to myself’

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If I could just drop everything to travel the world, I would

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“You don’t stop loving someone just because you hate them.”

— Hanif Kureishi, Intimacy and Midnight All Day: A Novel and Stories (via wordsnquotes)