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Prismatic Singularity by Justin Bonnet
Oct 15, 2014 / 988 notes
Most people die at 25 and aren’t buried until they’re 75
Benjamin Franklin  (via metalhearted)

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Oct 15, 2014 / 658,643 notes
Dear future child
If it’s 3am and you find yourself in a world of complete despair
Please do not turn to strangers on the internet for solace as I did
Please climb onto my bed
And I will hold you until the demons sleep
If it is Thursday morning and you are too sad to move
I won’t force you
I will buy ice cream and we will watch your favourite tv show and I will remind you of your importance
If you feel as if you have no purpose
I will remind you that you were created entirely with love and every pain you feel, I feel too
When you’re sure you can’t go on anymore
I will tell you that when I was 21 I searched for peace at the bottom of a vodka bottle chased by a bottle of pain killers
But that five years later
When you were placed in my arms in the delivery room
I realised that you were why I had been holding on
Without realising it, you saved me, do you know how amazing that is?
So if you ever feel like grabbing that vodka bottle, put it down, we will get in the car and I will drive until the sky turns magenta
I will show you how the sun rises every morning to encourage you to rise too
Sweetheart I refuse to be unaware of your sufferings
As my mother was to mine.

Your mental health is my priority. (via be-fearless-brave-and-kind)

This is so fucking beautiful. I’m crying. Gawh

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now im crying

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Oct 15, 2014 / 154,894 notes
Writing and reading decrease our sense of isolation. They deepen and widen and expand our sense of life: they feed the soul. When writers make us shake our heads with the exactness of their prose and their truths, and even make us laugh about ourselves or life, our buoyancy is restored. We are given a shot at dancing with, or at least clapping along with, the absurdity of life, instead of being squashed by it over and over again. It’s like singing on a boat during a terrible storm at sea. You can’t stop the raging storm, but singing can change the hearts and spirits of the people who are together on that ship.
Anne Lamott (via observando)
Sep 9, 2014 / 487 notes
Sep 9, 2014 / 453,817 notes


the best thing you will see today.

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Sep 9, 2014 / 9,559 notes
Aug 22, 2014 / 360,055 notes



Do you ever get like super vulnerable late at night that you just want to spill your heart out and say how you feel because you’ve been holding it in for so long and you just need some ventilation and there’s just something about two in the morning that makes me lose my filter and say the things I would never have the guts to say when the sun is up.

the nights were mainly made for saying things that you can’t say tomorrow day


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Whoever made this, dumb af
Aug 12, 2014 / 5,705 notes


Whoever made this, dumb af

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A great book should leave you with many experiences, and slightly exhausted at the end. You live several lives while reading.
William Styron, Conversations with William Styron (via observando)


Jun 20, 2014 / 882 notes
Judge me!
Jun 20, 2014 / 3,349 notes

Judge me!

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