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lovrde:

me, making a phone call: god i hope they don’t answer

(via seanp0donnell)



wnq-writers:

Not every disrespect can be forgotten, not every mistake can be ignored and not every damage can be recovered.



wnq-writers:

Take the time to tend yourself. Do something creative. Wash your sheets. Fix your bed so it looks nice and comfortable. Do your serious projects, snack, eat real meals. Fix yourself so your hair is clean and soft. Do whatever you’d do if you wanted to look somewhat presentable to another human. Wear comfortable clothes. Unlock your potential and let it grow by creating the environment for it. It’s your choice. Patience and determination will get you far. You must take care of yourself in order to be those things. Make yourself happy. Push yourself in the right direction. If you hit a roadblock, adapt or switch goals to another interest. Have more than one interest. Cultivate your skills, especially the ones you enjoy, the ones you’re good at. Be kind to other people and tolerate them when their human flaws make them irritating. Don’t let anything get in the way of being on your own two feet. Be good. Learn and grow. Let go of the past. It’s time for the next level. It’s time to grow some more.

B. E. Barnes



seanp0donnell:

someone: i love you

me internally: prove it prove it prove it prove it prove it prove it

also me internally: please dont love me i dont want to hurt you this is terrifying please dont love me

yet also me internally: good, everyone should love me. get on your fucking knees and worship the fucking ground i walk on.

somehow also me internally: THEY LOVE ME THEY LOVE ME THEY LOVE ME THEY LOVE ME THEY LOVE ME THEY LOVE ME THEY LOVE ME!!!!!

me externally: aww i love you too!!



bnmxfld:

“It’s been very rare to have known you, very strange and wonderful.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald / The Beautiful and Damned



wwaahh:

“Everything carries me to you, as if everything that exists, aromas, light, metals, were little boats that sail toward those isles of yours that wait for me.”

— Pablo Neruda, If You Forget Me

(via minuty)

(via loren-vance)



flowurygogh:

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saw some pretty yellow flowers on my walk today 🌼

(via trancendental-tendencies)