I don’t know if you’ve ever noticed this, but first impressions are often entirely wrong.
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| — | Lemony Snicket, The Bad Beginning (via larmoyante) |
You can totally be a feminist who has insecurities. Feminism isn’t about pretending we all feel like Wonder Woman, it’s about being honest when we don’t, and having the conversation on why that is.
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| — | Tavi Gevinson (via trishamarie) |
Books have a unique way of stopping time in a particular moment and saying: Let’s not forget this.
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| — | Dave Eggers |
I love my friends neither with
my heart nor with my mind.
Just in case heart might stop, mind can forget.
I love them with my soul.
Soul never stops or forgets.
my heart nor with my mind.
Just in case heart might stop, mind can forget.
I love them with my soul.
Soul never stops or forgets.
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| — | Rumi |
Never allow loneliness to drive you into the arms of somone you know you don’t belong with.
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| — | Unknown (via onlinecounsellingcollege) |
I disregard the proportions, the measures, the tempo of the ordinary world. I refuse to live in the ordinary world as ordinary women. To enter ordinary relationships. I want ecstasy. I am a neurotic — in the sense that I live in my world. I will not adjust myself to the world. I am adjusted to myself.
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| — | Anais Nin |
If you’re having to struggle & fight to hold onto someone or something…it might be time to just let go.
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Not until we are lost do we begin to understand ourselves
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| — | Henry David Thoreau (via sophie-amelie) |
I disregard the proportions, the measures, the tempo of the ordinary world. I refuse to live in the ordinary world as ordinary women. To enter ordinary relationships. I want ecstasy. I am a neurotic — in the sense that I live in my world. I will not adjust myself to the world. I am adjusted to myself.
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| — | Anais Nin |
I’m staring out into that vacuum again from the back porch of my mind. The only thing that’s alive, I’m all there is. And I start attacking my vodka, stab the ice with my straw. My eyes have turned red as stoplights, you seem ready to walk. You know I’ll call you eventually when I want to talk, until then you’re invisible because there’s a switch that gets hit and it all stops making sense. In the middle of drinks maybe the fifth or sixth, I’m completely alone at a table of friends, I feel nothing for them,
I feel nothing.
I feel nothing.
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| — | Conor Oberst (via blua) |
I don’t suppose I really know you very well - but I know you smell like the delicious damp grass that grows near old walls and that your hands are beautiful opening out of your sleeves and that the back of your head is a mossy sheltered cave when there is trouble in the wind and that my cheek just fits the depression in your shoulder.
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| — | Zelda Fitzgerald, in a letter to F. Scott Fitzgerald (via rainydaysandblankets) |
