I'm such a tragedy, Shakespeare would've loved me.


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I'm such a tragedy, Shakespeare would've loved me.

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— ann (via ardentlyann)
It’s about how gentle you can be; with the rain that you’re touching, the grass you’re running on, the sunset you’re watching, the hands you’re holding, the flower you’re picking, the heart you’re feeling, the breath you’re taking; it’s about how gentle are
When I lay at night [and] I can say I was a decent person today, that’s when I feel beautiful.
— Unknown
Do not fall in love with people like me.
I will take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place, so that you can never go back to them without tasting me like blood in your mouth.
I will destroy you in the most beautiful way possible. And when I leave you will finally understand, why storms are named after people.
Caitlyn Siehl, Literary Sexts

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What’s the worst thing I’ve stolen? Probably little pieces of other people’s lives. Where I’ve either wasted their time or hurt them in some way. That’s the worst thing you can steal, the time of other people. You just can’t get that back.
Chester Bennington (via quotefeeling)
There’s always a little truth behind “just kidding”, a little knowledge behind “I don’t know”, a little emotion behind “I don’t care”, and a little pain behind “It’s okay”.
Unknown (via perfectquote)
A little huh?
𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫 "𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖" 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞.
Unknown
im not too good at pushups or situps but fuck ups ? let me tell ya
Unknown
𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘺. 𝐈 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 you'll find 𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 that will 𝙙𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙤𝙘𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙨 and 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 who will ache for 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡.
unknown

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I’m flooded by the light Its like I jumped from a box to another A dark shut-a-way cabinet to a scorching table on the rise from where monsters lurked to where I'm made feel like I’m the monster The my clique of misfits that once embraced me when I adorned the rainbow skies They took upon themselves to paint me red just because my baby feet faltered They hunt with the flames they embraced me with Strike one: Hold your tongue A toddler whose mouth was sewed shut. My voice that day, lost its pride Why did we have to turn this warm hearth to this hellfire The family I chose, to the hunters who put a bounty on my head Absolute hysterics I did Jumping from a faction where being myself was a mistake to one where making a mistake, is the end of me I’d still adore the skies, just not with pride I'd still march the parade, though with unsatisfied strides. I'd still hold on, hiccups aside for the family of mine This stride I take, I hope isn’t an Icarus fall Too close to the sun is the flight that it may be my last plight
Neith
Love does not begin and end the way most people seem to think it does. Love seems to be that overused term for affection, and maybe it is, and maybe most people really do know what love is, or maybe they have their own perception of what love is. But the thing is, love is actually a mystery that unfolds only with the right person, a person you see yourself in. It's some kind of a gift box that once opened, it'll be a little surprise for each thing you find inside. And for each thing you uncover, you'll feel this warm encompassing feeling that just lightens your chest. Either that or you'll come to a realization that you deserve more than what you found
Unknown
Apply for that job. Date that person. Buy that plane ticket. Move to that city. Do all the things that scare you, because they’re worth it.
Unknown (via resqectable)
Run away to the life you deserve
“People don’t become gay, bisexual, pansexual, transexual. People just fall in love with another person.”
— Calum Hood
“The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole life fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.”
— F.Scott Fitzgerald

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“Speak to your children as if they are the wisest, kindest, most beautiful and magical humans on earth, for what they believe is what they will become.”
— Brooke Hampton (via khadlja)
Obsessed with the idea of sacrifice in a book being a selfish act rather than a selfless one. Their lover screaming at them: “How dare you leave me in this barren world? How dare you take away my choice to die for you and leave me with this grief?”. They are dead, and their lover is left - a gaping wound - bleeding into the ground. Do they love them so much that they would die for them, or do they love them so much that they forced the other to live without them? Sacrifice as a bitter act. Sacrifice as something wildly violent; something tormentingly cruel — but always, always built on love. Perhaps, they are both martyrs in the end.