I no longer know if I wish to drown myself in love, vodka or the sea.
Grantaire, Book V (via dirtinherhair)

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youreworththesacrifice:

bowariella:

yungswaqq:

F*ck reblogging half naked girls, this is beautiful

for all the people who think they wont find someone to love them, flaws and all…

I can never not reblog this.

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It doesn’t work like that. Two people can’t have a connection like that and nothing happen. It can’t work like that.
Anonymous (via suchvodka)

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We are sitting on your bed, there is distance between us and the silence is suffocating me. I am holding my knees to my chest. My body is shaking; you are quiet. I ask you if you still love me, and you tell me that you are not sure that you ever did.
Mariah Gordon-Dyke, The Best, and the Worst Day (via loveless-people)

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You can talk with someone for years, everyday, and still, it won’t mean as much as what you can have when you sit in front of someone, not saying a word, yet you feel that person with your heart, you feel like you have known the person for forever…. connections are made with the heart, not the tongue.
C. JoyBell C. (via hqlines)

 

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Life becomes easier when you learn to accept an apology you never got.
Robert Brault  (via inathens)

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A life spent making mistakes is not only more honorable, but more useful than a life spent doing nothing.
George Bernard Shaw (via feellng)

Keep working hard and you can get anything that you want.

He was a shitty person and I was a shitty person and we both thought that we could fix each other
11:06pm // 13.09.14 (via uncacti)

OH MY FUCKING LORD. OH MY. WOW. OKAY. THIS.

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I think it’s part of the human nature to crave the assurence that they’ll be missed after they’re gone.
Ten words story: I often think about dying but I love life way too much to leave. (via maisjetaime)

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Maybe it doesn’t matter who loves us, but how well we love when the world tells us not to.
1/30/2013 (via the-writing-writer-wrote)

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The magazine blinks at me
With the eyes of men.
I sigh, loudly.
Oh, society, I think you have
Forgotten what people died for.
You have forgotten
I am a whole woman,
A whole human.
With real, unphotoshopped DNA.
I am not just breasts
Or legs.
I am more than that.
My flesh does not degrade me.
I am a forest fire
Wrapped up safe in skin and bone.
I am not yours to look at,
To manufacture into a product,
I am my own.
dear society (via writingbyella)

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Unleash the inner ratchet in you.


We all have our scars. From loving someone too deeply. From wanting to protect someone too much.
Mei Tachibana, Say I Love You (via soulsscrawl)

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