— George R.R. Martin (via egal-schillerwardichter)
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Never try to put me back together
for you never know
when you’ll cut yourself
on my shattered pieces
Never try to save me
for I’m more like a wilted rose
whose thorns still guard me
from anyone who gets too close
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— Lillian Hellman (via larmoyante)
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— The X (via novembersoul)
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— Kate Jacobs (via f-ears)
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— Buddy Wakefield; Hurling Crowbirds at Mockingbars (via debilitating)
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— Rob Dunn (via ceedling)
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— The Poet Dreamer (via hushblush)
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Leave your apartment looking terrible. Walk to the deli and see your usual deli guy’s eyes start to widen at your disheveled appearance. This would’ve horrified you yesterday but today it makes you smile. You’ve decided that everything that made you worry will now make you smile.
Walk with better posture. Order two helpings of dessert. Ask someone to take you to a doctor’s appointment and refuse to feel guilty about it. You would do the same for them so why should you feel like you’re putting anyone out? Stand by your opinion that The Shins are a good band even when you’re friends give you hell over it. This is thrilling. Openly loving The Shins has never felt so liberating.
Tell your father he’s a jerk because he is. Tell your mother that you love her because you do. Don’t tell anyone that you love them if it’s not true, if they don’t deserve it. It’s a privilege to be loved by you. Your emotional slutty days are effectively over.”
— How To Stop Caring So Much (via creatingaquietmind)
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— My Lost City | F. Scott Fitzgerald (via petrichour)
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Khaled Hosseini, And the Mountains Echoed (via underthecarolinamoon)
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I appreciate the way lakes ice over with frozen armor in winter.
If only humans had such a manner of protection; even the emerald
green husk of beetles would do better than such thin skin.
My sister weighs less on the moon. We all do.
Its gravity field is 1/4 that of Earth’s.
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My body is covered in bruises
and sobriety no longer agrees with me.
This morning I woke up freezing,
covered in debts and unsaid apologies.
You wouldn’t like me now.
My mouth is this dry graveyard of mistakes.
My eyes are clouding over.
I’ve been covering up the smell of loss
with whiskey and burnt bridges.
It’s a nail twisting through the ribs now,
it’s all dirty knees and dark tunnels.
Still, there is a boy or two trying to love me
like fire alarms love buildings they echo through.
They don’t understand, love is not a force
that can fix or save or heal.
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