The worst part of holding the memories is not the pain. It’s the loneliness of it. Memories need to be shared.
Lois Lowry, The Giver (via somesmallghosts)

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84,779 plays

cadillactica:

Kanye West // All Falls Down ft. Lauryn Hill

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48,583 plays

impeccabletasteinmusic:

Sam Smith | Stay With Me

Whatever I am, you did it.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Offshore Pirate (via theglasschild)

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Commit to loving yourself completely. It’s the most radical thing you will do in your lifetime.
Andrea Gibson, in this interview with Hooligan Magazine (via bundleofstring)

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sleeping by myself
curled up like a question mark
come and answer me

Haiku, Eliza Kane (via nevver)
Go so far away that you stop being afraid of not coming back.
Eve Ensler, I am an Emotional Creature: The Secret Life of Girls Around the World (via theglasschild)

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First thing we should do / if we see each other again is to make / a cage of our bodies—inside we can place / whatever still shines.
Nick Flynn, from “forgetting something” (via mitochondria)

markdoesstuff:

the-real-goddamazon:

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janellacus:

jellysnack:

Australian cast of The Lion King sings on a plane.  Because actors are nerds no matter where they are.

Are tears what you wanted because that was fucking beautiful.

how are people just.. sat there

;lkj;sllllllldffffffffffggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh *gross sobbing*

*ugly crying*

this is some spiritual shit oh my god

But sadness is also beautiful, maybe because it rings so true and goes so deep, because it is about the distances in our lives, the things we lose, the abyss between what the lover and the beloved want and imagine and understand that may widen to become unbridgeable at any moment, the distance between the hope at the outset and the eventual outcome, the journeys we have to travel, including the last one out of being and on past becoming into the unimaginable: the moth flown into the pure dark. Or the flame.
Rebecca Solnit, from The Faraway Nearby (Viking, 2013)

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Occasionally I’ll be sitting somewhere and I’ll be listening to someone perhaps not saying the kindest things about me. And I’ll look down at my hand and I’ll sort of pinch my skin to make sure it still has the requisite thickness I know Eleanor Roosevelt expects me to have.
Hillary Clinton (x)

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charamath:

And here is the first compilation of my ‘Yzma is Best Princess’ series.  I meant to do it when I completed 10, but people wanted a compilation, apparently.  So here is the first 8.  It’s been a wild ride so far and I’ve still got several more to go >.>

Watercolors, ink and digital outline.

This is the best thing I have EVER seen.