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I desire one of two things; universal empathy, or the end of the universe. The latter just seems to be more realistic.

“My soul is a hidden orchestra; I know not what instruments, what fiddle strings and harps, drums and tambourines I sound and clash inside myself. All I hear is the symphony.”

“This morning I am wonderfully peaceful. Just like a storm that has spent itself.”

“For the wise, rocks on the path will become steppingstones, not obstacles.”

“I can’t think of a better way to revenge someone who tried to break you, than to live and love life more without them.”

mutual i’ve never talked to in my life: *reblogs my post* 

“Go out and do something. It isn’t your room that’s a prison, it’s yourself.”

“I thought I would be understood without words.”