Don’t tell me you ain’t the droid that held the match to the charcoals
Don’t tell me Lucifer and God don’t carpool

Aesop rock (via anotherwoundedsoul)

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It’s grown more since the last time I took this picture 💘

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Title: Hard to Find Artist: The National 321 plays


I’m not holding out for you
I’m still watching for the signs
If I tried you’d probably be
Hard to find


"You are still completely remarkable to me."

Posted from the PostSecret website.

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It’s August 1st.
A new addition to the list
of things I am saying to my therapist
instead of to whom
it may concern:

It’s been 28 weeks and 5 days. I’m on the green line again. It’s running fine, unlike what I remember. Some things, however, are running just the same. You are still running away. I am still missing people I’m not supposed to miss.


(-Hannah B)
((I wrote this so don’t steal it even though you probably wouldn’t want to anyway))


sometimes when you’re alone u have to make yourself feel better

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plants give u some advice 

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And I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to keep.

Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five (via creatingaquietmind)

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We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.

T.S. Eliot, Four Quartets (via observando)

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Summer night—
even the stars
are whispering to each other.

Kobayashi Issa (via observando)

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This hits me hard

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