ataraxia-a:

"Spilled my heart here" I saw this on my walk today and it broke my heart..






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realizes:

vertical/personal/love ♥

The truth is that the more intimately you know someone, the more clearly you’ll see their flaws. That’s just the way it is. This is why marriages fail, why children are abandoned, why friendships don’t last. You might think you love someone until you see the way they act when they’re out of money or under pressure or hungry, for goodness’ sake. Love is something different. Love is choosing to serve someone and be with someone in spite of their filthy heart. Love is patient and kind, love is deliberate. Love is hard. Love is pain and sacrifice, it’s seeing the darkness in another person and defying the impulse to jump ship.
(via justviviann)

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You tried to change didn’t you?
closed your mouth more
tried to be softer
prettier
less volatile, less awake
but even when sleeping you could feel
him travelling away from you in his dreams
so what did you want to do love
split his head open?
you can’t make homes out of human beings
someone should have already told you that
and if he wants to leave
then let him leave
you are terrifying
and strange and beautiful
something not everyone knows how to love.

Warsan Shire, “For Women Who Are Difficult to Love,” (via natmank)

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please don’t
me when a whole bunch of enemies start attacking me on video games  (via pudingu)

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You do care. You care so much you feel as though you will bleed to death with the pain of it.
J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix    (via nofatnowhip)

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dailyoddcompliment:

"Stay Mad"

yup

amanda-oaks:

(poetry + art by amanda-oaks)

My dear,
Find what you love and let it kill you.
Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness.
Let it kill you and let it devour your remains.
For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it’s much better to be killed by a lover.
~ Falsely yours

Charles Bukowski (via realizes)


the-writing-writer-wrote:

We’ve had a submarine since the
seventeenth century and we still haven’t
touched every spot on the ocean’s floors.

That scares me a lot because I know
you’re just a person and the ocean is
the ocean, and I’m dying to learn more
about how your skin tells more stories
than my bookshelf contains. I’m afraid
of learning nothing and
I am more afraid of learning everything.



For what it’s worth: it’s never too late to be whoever you want to be. I hope you live a life you’re proud of, and if you find you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start over again.
F. Scott Fitzgerald  (via nakedvibe)

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quickweaves:

*partition plays*

*subconsciously spreads legs *