“Do not look for a sanctuary in anyone except your self.” — Siddhārtha Gautama (via wethinkwedream)
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rocks dont move and they are happy
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“If you want to kill yourself, kill what you don’t like. I had an old self that I killed. You can kill yourself too, but that doesn’t mean you got to stop living.” — Vargus, Archie’s Final Project (via fleeingsouls)
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“Years of love have been forgot. In the hatred of a minute.” — Edgar Allan Poe (via funpoolparty)
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“I wish I wrote the way I thought
Obsessively
Incessantly
With maddening hunger
I’d write to the point of suffocation
I’d write myself into nervous breakdowns
Manuscripts spiralling out like tentacles into abysmal nothing
And I’d write about you
a lot more
than I should”
— Benedict Smith / “I Wish I Wrote The Way I Thought” (via simbalaleona)
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[video]
Give me my boyfriend
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“Because if you were here, right now, I would massage your back until your skin sings songs that your lips don’t even know the words to…” — Rudy Francisco (via bornfromaboombox13)
(via hellokeddy)
Deflowered my diaphragm
Cried to my clavicle
Singed my sinews
Hollowed my hips
Risked my ribs
“There is no shame in being hungry for another person. There is no shame in wanting very much to share your life with somebody.” — Augusten Burroughs (via perfect)
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