You are the first morning thought, the last evening sigh, and every goddamn thing in between.
Black sand beach of Dyrhólaey by (davidelliott1984)
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I’m used to it
—The saddest thing you can hear someone say. (via bl-ossomed)
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I am learning how to compromise the wild dream ideals and the necessary realities without such screaming pain.
—Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath, edited by Karen V. Kukil (via litverve)
There’s so much pain..
I went away in my head, into a book. That was where I went whenever real life was too hard or too inflexible.
—Neil Gaiman, The Ocean at the End of the Lane (via wordsnquotes)
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Maybe you have to know the darkness before you can appreciate the light.
—Madeleine L’Engle, A Ring of Endless Light (via misswallflower)
Puppy version of my kitty self
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In case you ever foolishly forget; I am never not thinking of you.
—Virginia Woolf (via kiddings)
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I saw you and everything collapsed underneath me and nothing made sense anymore.
— jenn satsune (via ohsatsune)
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