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"There are days that I cannot find the sun even though its right outside my goddamn window.”
— Neil Hilborn, “This is Not the End of the World”
(via comateuxx)
"Some things are hard to write about. After something happens to you, you go to write it down, and either you over dramatize it, or underplay it, exaggerate the wrong parts or ignore the important ones. At any rate, you never write it quite the way you want to.”
— Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath (via inthemoodtodissolveinthesky)
"There is a lion in my living room. I feed it raw meat
so it does not hurt me. It is a strange thing
to nourish what could kill you
in the hopes it does not kill you.
We have lived like this, it and I, for so many years.
Sometimes it feels like we have always lived like this.
Sometimes I think I have always been like this.”
The Lion, Clementine von Radics (via clementinevonradics)
"Be present. Make love. Make tea.
Avoid small talk. Embrace conversation.
Buy a plant, water it. Make your bed.
Make someone else’s bed. Have a smart mouth,
and quick wit. Run. Make art. Create.
Swim in the ocean. Swim in the rain.
Take chances. Ask questions. Make mistakes.
Learn. Know your worth. Love fiercely.
Forgive quickly.
Let go of what doesn’t make you happy.
— Paulo Coehlo (via rachaeldee)
"I am overwhelmed with things I ought to have written about and never found the proper words.”
— Virginia Woolf, Diaries Volume One 1915-1919  (via herkindoftea)
"I’m almost never serious, and I’m always too serious. Too deep, too shallow. Too sensitive, too cold hearted. I’m like a collection of paradoxes.”
— Ferdinand von Schrubentaufft   (via crocket)
"Rain on roof outside window, gray light, deep covers and warm blankets. Rain and nip of autumn in air; nostalgia, itch to work better and bigger. That crisp edge of autumn.”
The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath, 26 August 1956 in Paris  (via herkindoftea)
"How odd, I can have all this inside me
and to you it’s just words.”
— David Foster Wallace , The Pale King  (via herkindoftea)
"For some reason, you will no longer be the person you believed you once were. You’ll detect slow and subtle shifts going on all around you, more importantly shifts in you. Worse, you’ll realize it’s always been shifting, like a shimmer of sorts, a vast shimmer, only dark like a room. But you won’t understand why or how.”
— Mark Z. Danielewski, House of Leaves (via teenager90s)

You work so hard, just to end up at home crying yourself to sleep; remember you’re trying, you are moving mountains that have plagued you since you were young, and you’re trying so hard.

Keep fighting, fight until you have won. Fight until you have found your way home, until the sun comes back and your heart learns to love the mornings again.

— T.B. LaBerge // Go Now (via tblaberge)