Maybe there's something you're afraid to say, or someone you're afraid to love, or somewhere you're afraid to go. It's gonna hurt. It's gonna hurt because it matters.


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I don’t understand why sex is more shocking than violence. Lea Seydoux talking about American films. (via ramengirl48)

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I like cancelled plans. And empty bookstores. I like rainy days and thunderstorms. And quiet coffee shops. I like messy beds and over-worn pajamas. Most of all, I like the small joys that a simple life brings. note to self (via antiquedvintage)

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Falling in love with yourself first doesn’t make you vain or selfish, it makes you indestructible. Things I’ll teach my children  (via whitenes-s)

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Nostalgia is a
dirty liar
that insists things
were better
than they seemed. Michelle K., I Can’t Stop Questioning It. (via lashtn)

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Open a book this minute and start reading. Don’t move until you’ve reached page fifty. Until you’ve buried your thoughts in print. Cover yourself with words. Wash yourself away. Dissolve. Carol Shields (via kushandwizdom)

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Slam poetry. Yelling. Angry. Waving my hands a lot. Specific point of view on things. Cynthia. Cyn-thi-a. Jesus died for our Cynthia’s. Jesus cried. Runaway bride. Julia Roberts. Julia rob-hurts. Cynthia. Mmmmm Cynthia, you’re dead. You are dead. Be boop beep you’re dead. Schmidt, 22 Jump Street (via joshbgosh1)

I have never laughed so hard in a movie theater before

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christmas is so much worse as you get older it’s like “what do you want this year?” “a sense of purpose”

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i’m thankful my childhood was filled with imagination and bruises from playing outside, instead of apps and how many damn likes you get on a picture

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Behind my carefully buttoned collar is my nakedness, the struggle to find clean clothes, food, meaning, and money. Behind sex is rage, behind anger is love, behind this moment is silence, years of silence. Dorothy Allison (via kushandwizdom)

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Forgive the trees
for the way they can’t stop shaking
even after all these years of practice.
Forgive yourself
for the days you don’t even want to try. Y.Z, a dying art (via topkun)

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I refuse to chase anyone anymore. (via the-psycho-cutie)

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[magician voice] and for my next trick i will literally not fucking care at all about anything

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