if your heart was broken, you would be dead

I am so sorry to all the people I hurt while I was hurting.
— (via deathnoteoflove)

(via lookatallthesmilesigive)

How come every other organ in your body can get sick and you get sympathy, except your brain?

Ruby Wax 

Reblogging the SHIT out of this.

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You know me now. I’m only good at beginnings.
— Kill Your Darlings (via concaveable)

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The family Lisbon.
It’s so strange that autumn is so beautiful; yet everything is dying.
— (via impactings)

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You should stay as far away from me as possible. You should pack up your blue eyes and your cold, immobile heart and leave me in the middle of the night with no word on how to find you. Listen to your instincts, feel it in the wind, whatever. Look for the signs, each one is whispering to you a single word: Run! So go. Git. Ignore our similar histories and passions. Do not imagine the future I could slide into like water down your throat. Do not close your eyes and remember how we have quietly twisted together. Whatever you do, don’t remember the good. The good might lure you back to me. Instead, think only of your fears and call them convictions. Call yourself a wanderer. Tell yourself I will only tie you down. Repeat these excuses to your friends. Pretend not to hear how flimsy the words sound. Go explore, be alone, find yourself. Meet uncomplicated girls. Don’t learn their last names. Fuck them. You fear (and rightly so) what I will do to your life. I would challenge every thought, blur every line and insist on vivid detail and subtext. I would ask too much. I would be an upheaval, a time suck, the last thing you need in the tidy bohemian chaos of your story line. I am soft-bodied and warm blooded and entirely to conflicted and passionate to be any good to you. I would grab. I would insist. I would run my hands up your arm, put my mouth to your ear, and whisper “I love you.” Go. Please, without saying goodbye. And I wish you all the happiness in the world, I really do
— clementine von radics http://clementinevonradics.tumblr.com (via fiumankax)

(via currentlyworried)


“You think you’re free? I’m free! You don’t know what freedom is! I’m free. I can breathe. And you… will choke on your average fuckin’ mediocre life!”
Girl, Interrupted (1999) dir. James Mangold
I opened my door for you and you came in and burned my house down.
my lungs are filling with smoke but i cant leave - insanosylum (via perfect)

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