May 17th
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❝ Your fingerprints are all over who I am now. ❞
— and you’ve never even touched me.
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May 17th
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❝ She calls my name as shelter, not realizing I am the storm. ❞
— Unknown (via queenlecter)
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May 17th
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1. Lay on the floor of your shower until you can breathe again. Water will always love to love your skin.

2. Start writing with the intention of filling up one page. Write until your pen stops working.

3. Reread a book that once made you cry. Learn something new on every page. Notice how different chapter make you sad. Notice how the book didn’t change and grow; you did.

4. Sleep with your windows open. You can hear both the rain and boys drunkenly singing Frank Sinatra on their deck. Both are equally good.

5. Don’t forget that honey will always taste sweet, but the best way to eat it is off your fingers, laughing.

6. Remember that, sometimes, getting out of bed is enough.

—  For unhappy girls who like sitting in the sun (via seeking-a-friend)
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May 4th
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lilyyevans:

the greeks could write a thousand tragedies about us

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May 3rd
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inkskinned:

I barely know him but he’s all I can think about.”

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May 3rd
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❝ You were my cup of tea,
I drink coffee now. ❞
— (via milkako)
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May 2nd
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I planted small blue flowers over where you used to kiss me. They grew in my bones and spread over my skin. I am ashes where used to be a rainforest before you came. I am fixing memories like tombstones in between the ivy and the roses. I have become a silent garden.

I still have not managed to feel whole again.

"Darkness and the emptiness lingers within us, in spite of the fact that we have each other." /// r.i.d (via inkskinned)
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May 2nd
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❝ I will exile my thoughts if they think of you again, and I will rip my lips out if they say your name once more. Now if you do exist, I will tell you my final word in life or in death, I tell you goodbye. ❞
— Knut Hamsun, Hunger (via larmoyante)
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April 20th
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❝ The hardest battle you will ever have to fight is between who you are now and who you want to be. ❞
Anonymous  (via hephapimp)
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April 13th
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❝ My problem is that I fall in love with words, rather than actions. I fall in love with ideas and thoughts, instead of reality. And it will be the death of me. ❞
— Unknown  (via tinydragongina)
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