sometimes you meet someone, and it’s so clear that the two of you, on some level belong together. as lovers, or as friends, or as family, or as something entirely different. you just work, whether you understand one another or you’re in love or you’re partners in crime. you meet these people throughout your life, out of nowhere, under the strangest circumstances, and they help you feel alive. i don’t know if that makes me believe in coincidence, or fate, or sheer blind luck, but it definitely makes me believe in something. (via devendrabanhart)

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Never, never tell them. Try and remember that. Never tell anyone anything ever. Never tell anyone anything again. Ernest Hemingway, from The Garden Of Eden (via violentwavesofemotion)

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Someday, somewhere - anywhere, unfailingly, you’ll find yourself, and that, and only that, can be the happiest or bitterest hour of your life. Pablo Neruda (via sad-plath)

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I take great care of myself by carefully shutting myself away Vincent Van Gogh (via dorrds)

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Anonymous asked: Are u depressed

Not depressed just sad.

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I’m still learning what it’s like to love myself, and that’s okay. (via emilyburger)

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Until you get comfortable with being alone, you’ll never know if you’re choosing someone out of love or loneliness. (via bl-ossomed)

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I am so sorry to all the people I hurt while I was hurting. (via deserted-streets)

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I am really very, very tired of everything - more than tired. Friedrich Nietzsche, Selected Letters  (via deserted-streets)

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