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“In some parallel universe, I know you held me tighter. You tried harder. You said, “Look my love, I will meet you halfway.””

— N.M.Sanchez, from Initial Meeting

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She’s something odd and uncertain, half of her was made of stars, full of death and filled with light; her other half was made of scars, full of life and filled with darkness.

VàZaki Nada (via wnq-writers)

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I am a little numb and bewildered and helpless, but at the same time I am trying to scrape together what patience I have from all the corners of my being, and I shall have to find a new kind of patience to meet this entirely new state of affairs.

Etty Hillesum, fom a diary entry featured in An Interrupted Life: the Diaries, 1941-1943 and Letters from Westerbork (via violentwavesofemotion)

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I love unmade beds. I love when people are drunk and crying and cannot be anything but honest in that moment. I love the look in people’s eyes when they realize they’re in love. I love the way people look when they first wake up and they’ve forgotten their surroundings. I love the gasp people take when their favorite character dies. I love when people close their eyes and drift to somewhere in the clouds. I fall in love with people and their honest moments all the time. I fall in love with their breakdowns and their smeared makeup and their daydreams. Honesty is just too beautiful to ever put into words.

(via alunit)

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im a huge fan of space; both outer and personal

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She went back to her room and put on her best dress, high heels, tried to fix up. But there was a terrible sadness about her.

Charles Bukowski, Post Office (via wordsnquotes)

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Just not sure if I'm really cut out for this whole life thing. Kinda over it.

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Peter Parker would totally swing around the city trying to find pokemon

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The rest of my room is book shelves. I hoard books. They are people who do not leave.

Anne Sexton, A Self-Portrait In Letters  (via theliteraryjournals)

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*overly dramatic sigh*

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You know what turns me on? Effort. Assurance. Show me you care. That you really want me. I’m tired of doubting whether people are coming or going.

(via s0cc3rplay3r)

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no offense but I literally can’t process that others genuinely care for me

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Everyone, at some point in their lives, wakes up in the middle of the night with the feeling that they are all alone in the world, and that nobody loves them now and that nobody will ever love them, and that they will never have a decent night’s sleep again and will spend their lives wandering blearily around a loveless landscape, hoping desperately that their circumstances will improve, but suspecting, in their heart of hearts, that they will remain unloved forever. The best thing to do in these circumstances is to wake somebody else up, so that they can feel this way, too.

Lemony Snicket (via quotemadness)

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Some people enter your life in a whirlwind and no matter how hard you try you can’t stop thinking about them, even after they leave…especially after they leave.

F. Scott Fitzgerald (via wordsnquotes)

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And I won’t stop looking for the most beautiful flower just to rip off its petals and prove you love me not.

samesounds (via wnq-writers)

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People with great passions, people who accomplish great deeds, people who possess strong feelings, even people with great minds and a strong personality, rarely come out of good little boys and girls.

Lev S. Vygotsky (via fyp-psychology)