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“Some days you will feel like the ocean. Some days you will feel like you are drowning in it.”

— Lora Mathis

Virginia Woolf, from a letter to Vanessa Bell (August 1908)

I guess sometimes we all get, some kind of haunted, some kind of haunted.

Midnight Rain | Taylor Swift

getting better but also becoming worse. u wouldn't get it

Get up. Shake up. Show up.

Down Bad | Taylor Swift

never will be.......

My brain knew but my heart wasn’t ready

worst year ever

“Blue is the typical heavenly colour. The ultimate feeling it creates is one of rest. When it sinks to almost black, it echos grief that is hardly human.”

— Wassily Kandinsky, Concerning the Spiritual in Art  (via mrsclarkkent)

One thing about me, I'm going to take it as a sign

"i wonder if we ever think of each other at the same time."

— HIRA.S

Guilt follows me like a stray dog

I feel sorry for the people who don't know about my blog, you guys are missing out a lot.

idc (i'll definitely cry)

The Great War | Taylor Swift

i can’t wait to wake up one day with no heavy weight on my heart, just genuine peace

I miss your tan skin, your sweet smile.

Back To December (Taylor's Version)

In my healing era (I go back and forth between healed and insanely unstable everyday)

December, you're the last, please be the best.

“How did it get so late so soon? It's night before it's afternoon. December is here before it's June. My goodness how the time has flewn. How did it get so late so soon?”

Dr. Seuss

｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ. December will bring blessings.

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"Mission", Leonard Cohen

“Anything’s possible if you’ve got enough nerve.”

— J.K. Rowling

not to sound like a medieval peasant but, cheese and bread. garlic and butter. a menagerie of spices. potatoes. that’s what life is all about right there.

you deserve someone who looks at you as you’re mid-laugh and feels like the luckiest person on earth

Take it moment by moment, and you will find that we are all, as I've said before, bugs in amber.

Kurt Vonnegut

She imagines him imagining her. This is her salvation.

The Blind Assassin | Margaret Atwood