A Plea for Simplicity

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“Go where you are celebrated – not tolerated. If they can’t see the real value of you, it’s time for a new start.”

— (via heartnothate)

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≫ Saturday morning.
The Hand by Dark Dark Dark. #VSCOcam (at ➳ Woodland)


≫ Saturday morning.

The Hand by Dark Dark Dark.
#VSCOcam (at ➳ Woodland)

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“One day you’ll kiss someone and know those are the lips you want to kiss for the rest of your life.”

— Unknown (via perfect)

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I cried the day my mother was diagnosed with cancer, when a woman with a clip board sat me down and asked me on a scale of 1 to 10 how often I felt worthless, when he took his own life at 19, when they put their hands on me and did not stop, when I lost my way.

I did not cry the day he told me I was easy to forget, easy to replace. I’ll admit, for a minute there, it had me on my knees with the air knocked out of my lungs and my fists pressed so hard into my thighs I thought my bones would shatter. But you stand up again. You have to. And you breathe even though it’s like inhaling glass, and you uncurl your fists even though you can’t feel a thing.

You think of all those times you’ve felt real pain. All the times you’ve fought and begged for just a glimpse of that lighthouse in the dark, all the things you never said, all the things you’ve had to do all in the name of ‘experience’.

But can’t you see? The proof is in your survival. You were not put on this earth to be made to feel so incredibly inadequate. Your breath is not made to be wasted, your heart does not beat to be broken. Your body, your hands, your mind, your soul were meant for greater things than this, I promise you that. You will find what you need, when you’re supposed to.

So cry long and hard about what matters, and forget about the rest.

N.G ‘This is more honest than I’ve been in a long time.” (via darlingjustbehuman)

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“…And please remember that you were beautiful before he told you that you were.”

— (via darlingjustbehuman)

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“It’s that thing when you’re with someone and you love them and they know it and they love you and you know it but it’s a party and you’re both talking to other people and you’re laughing and shining and you look across the room and catch each other’s eyes. But not because you’re possessive, or it’s precisely sexual, but because that is your person in this life and it’s funny and sad but only because this life will end and it’s this secret world that exists right there. In public. Unnoticed. That no one else knows about. It’s sort of like how they say that other dimensions exist all around us but we don’t have the ability to perceive them. That’s what I want out of a relationship. Or just life, I guess.”

Frances Ha (via poisoned-honey)

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“There’s that word again. Need. I need you. I need you to need me. How nauseating, to need another human being, as if their heart is in your throat. Love isn’t about need. Don’t romanticize the notion of desperation. Let me let you in on a secret: you don’t need me and I don’t need you. We can get through life just fine without each other. Love is not wanting to. We want each other, we want skin and hands and all our daily scars. We want intoxication and art museums and intertwined limbs. We want ferocity in our lips and tracing slow, small circles on our stomachs. I don’t need you in my life, but goddamn I want you in it.”

— All the Want in the World Cannot Fit in Our Hands (via blackbruise)

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