Nothing haunts us like the things we don’t say.
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Mitch Albom (via fawun)
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We are more than the worst thing that’s ever
happened to us. All of us need to stop apologizing
for having been to hell and come back breathing.
Your bad dreams are battle scars.
What doesn’t kill you cuts you fucking deep
but scars are just skin growing back
thicker when it heals.
We can’t jump off bridges anymore because our iPhones will get ruined. We can’t take skinny dips in the ocean, because there’s no service on the beach and adventures aren’t real unless they’re on Instagram. Technology has doomed the spontaneity of adventure and we’re helping destroy it every time we Google, check-in, and hashtag.
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Jeremy Glass, We Can’t Get Lost Anymore (via fawun)
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The dirtiest of my heart enjoys picturing you
alone. Wilted. Soaking in a bathtub of nails.
Swallowing one for each grievance against me.
I wonder when I will stop writing about you.
Perhaps, when I finally accept the truth—
that you are just as powerless as I am.
You cannot undevelop the photograph.
You cannot untangle the knots.
I suppose it is good for the soul to be hurt and perplexed perpetually. I know at least that I miss you damnably: that is a good fixed star. I do, Virginia; and would rather be hurt by that, and have something solid to hold on to, than flounder in a quicksand that never bruises but only smothers.
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Vita Sackville-West in a letter to Virginia Woolf, 9 February 1927 (via courcel)
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You’ll meet her. She’s very pretty, even though sometimes she’s sad for many days at a time. You’ll see, when she smiles, you’ll love her.
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Pan’s Labryrinth (via l-yps)
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