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@hopeful-loner

don't be afraid to show what fuel you.
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“I had the idea for a book right after I graduated from law school.  It’s a series of novels about superhuman professional fighters, like what the UFC would look like in the Marvel Universe.  I’d love to create an entire world like Tolkien did for Lord of The Rings. But right now it’s mostly just notes on my phone and computer.  I’ve had goals in the past, but not like this. I’ve never sunk so many hours into something. It’s become a very core part of my identity.  It’s like an application that’s constantly running in the background of my mind. Everything I see, I apply to the story.  The bridge behind me reminds me of the entrance to the main stadium, which is a sculpted archway of past fighters climbing over each other.  The book gives me a reason to explore more.  I’m taking long walks.  I’m looking deeper at things.  And I’m especially paying closer attention to other people.  It’s the only way to create believable characters. I have to think hard about the lives of people I meet, and the circumstances that made them who they are. So even if nothing else comes of the book, it’s made me a better person. Just having the goal has forced me to grow.”

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“Whether we like it or not, the one justification for the existence of all religions is death, they need death as much as we need bread to eat.”

— José Saramago, Death with Interruptions (via quotespile)

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Saki and Kazuki are a married Japanese couple who we often see around Harajuku in matching Vivienne Westwood looks. Here, they are wearing matching rocking horse shoes, matching prints, orb jewelry, armor rings, and more - all by Vivienne Westwood. Full Looks

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“Maybe that’s what we look for in the people we love, the spark of unhappiness we think we know how to extinguish…”

Tom Perotta, Election |  @wordsnquotes​

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“Why not? Because I was tired of men. Hanging in doorways, standing too close, their smell of beer or fifteen-year-old whiskey. Men who didn’t come to the emergency room with you, men who left on Christmas Eve. Men who slammed the security gates, who made you love them then changed their minds. Forests of boys, their ragged shrubs full of eyes following you, grabbing your breasts, waving their money, eyes already knocking you down, taking what they felt was theirs. It was a play and I knew how it ended, I didn’t want to audition for any of the roles. It was no game, no casual thrill. It was three-bullet Russian roulette.””

— Janet Fitch, White Oleander

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“I am eternally, devastatingly romantic, and I thought people would see it because ‘romantic’ doesn’t mean ‘sugary.’ It’s dark and tormented…the despair of an idealism that you can’t attain.”
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And now I'm trapped, trapped with these feelings, I was so stupid, I knew it was pointless, I knew it will happen. And now I wish I could cry, cry it all away but I never cry and even if I did my heart wouldn't be less heavy. And now I'm stuck, running away from you it's impossible because I know our friendship means a lot to you and it will only hurt you and destroy what we have.

So what should I do?

Silence, I'll suffer in silence drowning in my jealousy everytime you talk abt them, everytime, eveytime.

I hope it goes away, but knowing myself it will never do.

I wish you knew, but what would it change? Nthg good could come out this situation.

I'm left here alone, stucked and sad.