Fuck him. Get someone that wants you enough to give you a fucking text back. You know?

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1 week ago // 39,214 notes
The most common form of despair is not being who you are. Søren Kierkegaard

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2 weeks ago // 3,728 notes
Oh my God, what if you wake up some day, and you’re 65, or 75, and you never got your memoir or novel written; or you didn’t go swimming in warm pools and oceans all those years because your thighs were jiggly and you had a nice big comfortable tummy; or you were just so strung out on perfectionism and people-pleasing that you forgot to have a big juicy creative life, of imagination and radical silliness and staring off into space like when you were a kid? It’s going to break your heart. Don’t let this happen. Anne Lamott

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1 month ago // 137,937 notes
How lucky am I to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard. Winnie the Pooh

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1 month ago // 11,172 notes
You cannot find peace by avoiding life. Virginia Woolf

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1 month ago // 18,185 notes
Before I met him, I would dance in the shower. When he was in my life, I would think about showering with him. After he left, I would sit on the ground in the shower and cry. When I got over him, I showered so quickly there was no time for dancing, fantasies or tears. Someone can invade the smallest parts of your life, you won’t even realize it until you dance in the shower again and wonder why you ever stopped. THIS IS THE SHITTIEST THING IVE EVER WRITTEN AND I REGRET IT SO MUCH

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1 month ago // 291,232 notes
 
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Pablo Picasso playing in the water with his son Claude, Vallauris, France, 1948.
Reality is that which, when you stop believing in it, doesn’t go away. Philip K Dick

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