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#kdnmeme: one actor ↳ ji chang wook 

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kesha, praying

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You will always fall in love, and it will always be like having your throat cut.

Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless (via thelovejournals)

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Home doesn’t exist for girls like me.

Fox Brown, from “I Am Asked to Surrender My Things,” published in Winter Tangerine (via lifeinpoetry)

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Spacelatinxs Week | Day 5: Hero 

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how many times have I held two things in my hands and thrown the wrong one away

Bethany Schultz Hurst, closing lines to “Seascape with Evacuating Animals,” Gulf Coast: A Journal of Literature & Fine Arts (vol. 29, no. 1, Winter/Spring 2017)  (via memoryslandscape)

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My knees are scraped from all the times I have been knocked down by life. My knuckles are bruised from all the times I have fought my way back onto my feet.

raywritess (via wnq-writers)

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I’m in love with dead memories.

Six Word Story #11 (via 00cm)

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what hasnt killed me has just made me overly sensitive and defensive

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We are, as a species, addicted to story. Even when the body goes to sleep, the mind stays up all night, telling itself stories.

Jonathan Gottschall, The Storytelling Animal: How Stories Make Us Human   (via giardinonymphe)

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Don’t tempt me.

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I am troubled and harsh and hopeless. Though I have love inside me. But I don’t know how to use love. Sometimes it scratches like barbs.

Clarice Lispector, tr. by Elizabeth Lowe, from Água Viva / The Stream of Life (via violentwavesofemotion)