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22:18 “There’s this lump in my throat, and buzz in my brain that won’t shut off. Can’t breathe properly, there’s this tearing in my chest. Loss control of my limbs: can barely walk without collapsing. I want to scratch at my skin, I want to kick a table and scream, I want to sob until my eyes dry. I can’t function, anymore.
This must be what love is. Self-destruction.” written by Ryley, One Day in April by Madeline A. Windsor (via heytheremadeline)
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0:46 “I can’t think of any greater happiness than to be with you all the time, without interruption, endlessly, even though I feel that here in this world there’s no undisturbed place for our love, neither in the village nor anywhere else; and I dream of a grave, deep and narrow, where we could clasp each other in our arms as with clamps, and I would hide my face in you and you would hide your face in me, and nobody would ever see us any more.” written by Franz Kafka (via atomos)
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repose:

When I start to feel stressed or upset, I try to remember these things:

one day I am going to die, and that day could be tomorrow

what I think about myself matters more than what anyone else thinks

grades are not an indication of intelligence or self-worth

my life was drastically different one year ago, and it will be drastically different one year from now

there are dozens of people who I have not yet met or befriended but will

coffee is only a few minutes away

(Source: dustypalms)

Posted : October 27th

20:02 “While I can’t have you, I long for you. I am the kind of person who would miss a train or a plane to meet you for coffee. I’d take a taxi across town to see you for ten minutes. I’d wait outside all night if I thought you would open the door in the morning. If you call me and say ‘Will you…’ my answer is ‘Yes’, before your sentence is out. I spin worlds where we could be together. I dream you. For me, imagination and desire are very close.” written by Jeanette Winterson (via atomos)