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I want the part of you that you refuse to give to anyone.

— (via malislax)

(Source: sunst0ne, via malislax)

I love people who make me laugh. I honestly think it’s the thing I like most, to laugh. It cures a multitude of ills. It’s probably the most important thing in a person.

— Audrey Hepburn (via lolaandwillow)

(Source: realizes, via andicakess)

I am a self-diagnosed past addict. I pine for lost love. I think incessantly about love I never had, love I really want to have, love I’ll never have.

— Tegan Quin (via malislax)

(Source: hellanne, via malislax)

Nothing can wear you out like caring about people.

— S.E. Hinton, That Was Then, This Is Now (via nakedandreckless)

(Source: modernmethadone, via istitchyoubitch)

It’s a lot easier to be angry at someone than it is to tell them you’re hurt.

— Tom Gates (via expiry)

(Source: wordsthat-speak, via unknown-one)

He may love you. He probably does. He probably thinks about you all the time. But that isn’t what matters. What matters is what he’s doing about it, and what he’s doing about it is nothing. And if he’s doing nothing, you most certainly shouldn’t do anything. You need someone who goes out of their way to make it obvious that they want you in their life.

I was quiet, but I was not blind.

— Jane Austen (via insanity-and-vanity)

(Source: bibliophilebunny, via kaareebear)

That’s how you can tell that you’re filling yourself with the wrong things. You use a lot of energy, and in the end, you feel emptier and less comfortable than ever.

— Glennon Doyle Melton, Carry On, Warrior: Thoughts on Life Unarmed   (via brxin)

(Source: recycledsoul, via atpn)


when an artist wants to show you their art

or a writer wants you to read what they’ve written

it’s quite often an expression of trust

because a poem or a story or a painting are often things that come from the heart

little pieces of the artists themselves

and if they’re willing to share it with you

you should appreciate it

(Source: edeaaa, via dentiloquen-t)


if you are sad do not let it rot inside your heart.  scream until your throat is as scratched up as your wrists, let your heart bleed through your lips talking to a stranger, walk through the enchanted woods until your cheeks are stained crimson from the harsh wind.  do anything but let the sadness rot, do not bury it, do not bring flowers to its grave. toss it back to the ocean spray but do not keep it.   

(via andicakess)