Apr/23/14
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Do you know what people really want? Everyone, I mean. Everybody in the world is thinking: I wish there was just one other person I could really talk to, who could really understand me, who’d be kind to me. That’s what people really want, if they’re telling the truth.
Doris Lessing, The Golden Notebook  (via thebeldam)







Apr/23/14
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'Why do people love us? We are always trying to figure that out, but only by using our own point of view. That way is so limited. Sometimes they love us for things we don't even know about ourselves. For example they love our hands. My *hands*? Why would anyone love my hands? But they do and they've got their reasons why. You must accept that and realize the person they know and love is different from the one you know.'



Apr/23/14
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nights like this, i become afraid
of the darkness in my heart


x ouat


Apr/22/14
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Her eyes were rimmed with long nights and things she wishes she had said.





Apr/22/14
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Most people die at 25 and aren’t buried until they’re 75
Benjamin Franklin  (via liqiud)





Apr/22/14
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A writer is a world trapped in a person.
Victor Hugo (via dixonngreene)





Apr/22/14
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A world in which there are monsters, and ghosts, and things that want to steal your heart is a world in which there are angels, and dreams and a world in which there is hope.
Neil Gaiman  (via hashpe)





Apr/22/14
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Vincent Van Gogh used to eat yellow paint because he thought it would get the happiness inside him. Many people thought he was mad and stupid for doing so because the paint was toxic, never mind that it was obvious that eating paint couldn’t possible have any direct correlation to one’s happiness, but I never saw that. If you were so unhappy that even the maddest ideas could possible work, like painting the walls of your internal organs yellow, than you are going to do it. It’s really no different than falling in love or taking drugs. There is a greater risk of getting your heart broken or overdosing, but people still do it everyday because there was always that chance it could make things better. Everyone has their yellow paint.
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Apr/22/14
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fearandpassion:

after work sunset

fearandpassion:

after work sunset