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every time it rains i think of that raymond carver poem. poetry is like prayer to me methinks. or an incantation

I love pasta and bread and enjoying myself

If you have Spotify reblog this and tag what your number one song on your “on repeat” playlist is.

Sorry to break it to you but you literally have to face your fears and slaughter them. Otherwise you will live a small life that you do not want. You literally have to view your biggest fears and attack them head on. You have to fall into the abyss to find your way out. The easy path does not exist. There is no get out of jail free card. You have to allow yourself to die a spiritual death over and over again in order to reinvent yourself into the person you are actually supposed to be. And you have to be painfully honest with yourself and the people around you. It’s horrible but it’s truly the only way.

Good morning girls who cry at everything