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I’m so afraid of him seeing the real me that he won’t love me.

braydaaan:

do you ever just realise you’re almost an adult and you have no money 

(via endlessinfinitee)

April was too lonely a month to spend alone. In April, everyone around me looked happy. People would throw their coats off and enjoy each other’s company in the sunshine—talking, playing catch, holding hands. But I was always by myself.
by Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood  (via beautyisanillusion)

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kushandwizdom:

Good Vibes HERE

no-this-is-jarod:

songofages:

oprahsmom:

ejacutastic:

and here to your left we see society’s impossible to obtain standards for women

this makes me sick

I want to punch something.

the amount of spelling/grammar mistakes from those ignorant assholes makes it worse

(Source: and-none-for-gretchen-weinersbye, via megatron-nossness)

duelofpersonalities:

There should be a 911 for lonely people. Like when you’re lonely you can dial 922 and then the operator will say “What’s your emergency?” and you’ll say “I have no friends” and then you’ll hear sirens and someone will arrive at your door with pizza and Lord of the Rings and then you can just hang out for a while.

(via druidjames)

The years between eighteen and twenty-eight are the hardest, psychologically. It’s then you realize this is make or break, you no longer have the excuse of youth, and it is time to become an adult – but you are not ready.
by Helen Mirren (via mystiquel)

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When I say, ‘I love you,’ it’s not because I want you or because I can’t have you. It has nothing to do with me. I love what you are, what you do, how you try. I’ve seen your kindness and your strength. I’ve seen the best and the worst of you. And I understand with perfect clarity exactly what you are. You’re a heck of a person.
by Joss Whedon (via options-)

(Source: cordura, via washroom-color)

aseaofquotes:

Jeff Lindsay, Darkly Dreaming Dexter

aseaofquotes:

Jeff Lindsay, Darkly Dreaming Dexter

awritersruminations:

I feel nothing
but pain for the past
trying to separate
like old clothes
crumbling in a chest
what does not last
from what I can keep
trying to understand
how I fell
so short of what I intended
to do with my life.
How life twists and turns
against us. How a childhood
is not really understood
until it is lived
a second time
in memory.
How wonderful
and how terrible
it seems now
because it is gone
and because it was mine.

—Sarah Brown Weitzman, from “Looking Back" (via mitochondria)

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