(i’m not built for love, i’m not good enough)
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My body is a parlor trick called survival
jayy dodd, from “Trick,” Mannish Tongues (via lifeinpoetry)
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I may be young. However, maturity comes with experience, not age.
El Wulfie (via quotemadness)
Source: quotemadness.com
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Was it your father? Was it your mother?
Kurt Vonnegut, The Sirens of Titan
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I am agony - mother of grief and greatness -
Thetis, Homer’s Iliad 18 (trans. Fagles)
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My heart and my mind
Are constantly in a war
And both are losing.
A haiku a day #5 // littlemissimaginary (via padshiy)
Source: wnq-writers.com
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harrysalbum
people who don’t believe in aliens confuse me so much like you really think in all of space, which is infinite, we are the only planet with life on it. ok….
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i wonder if my mother is ashamed of who ive become
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Natalia Dyer by Dario Catellani for Dazed Magazine, Winter 2016.
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The Neighbourhood || R.I.P. 2 My Youth
I was naive and hopeful and lost Now I’m aware and driving my thoughts