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getting new tattoos will fix everything
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s/o to me for putting myself back together every time.
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I love asking 7 different people for advice then do what i want
Source: thoughtcascades
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regret is pointless all you can do is learn your lesson
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The older I get the more I realize that everything really is that deep. The people you confide in, trust, date, become friends with, the opportunities you take. What you eat and even what you consume. It’s very deep and shouldn’t be taken lightly.
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Η μεγαλύτερη μου επιθυμία, να μου διαβάζεις ποίηση οσο ειμαι στην αγκαλιά σου..
Κάποτε συνέβη κ αυτό..
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I used to build dreams about you.
F. Scott Fitzgerald
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When connections are real they simply never die. Real connections live on forever.
— Victoria Erickson, Victoria Erickson on Facebook
They do!
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Somewhere in the world, there is a tree that sprouted the same day you were born and has been growing along with you.
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“it’s a beautiful thing to be understood, but a powerful thing to understand yourself.”
— iambrillyant
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the moon is insane. like. there’s just a rock up there.
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Be so fucking proud of yourself for passing the hardest moments alone while everyone believed you were fine.
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If you knew how hard it was, and how long it took, to rebuild my little universe of peace and happiness then you would understand why I’m so picky about who I allow in my life.
Weird People (via perfectfeelings)
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The older you get, the more you choose calm over chaos and distance over disrespect. Drama becomes intolerable to you and your peace becomes your ultimate priority. You start surrounding yourself with people who are good for your mental health, heart and soul.
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From time to time I find myself with so much wanting and an urge to make things more than what they really are. And it all makes me so tired, like I have been desperately running for a long time, escaping from forgotten nightmares, searching for made-up dreams.
Does life really has to feel this way?
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sorry I say weird shit sometimes I’m just so excited to be alive
^ (when the curses aren’t plaguing me)
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If you’re struggling and your people are just sitting there watching you struggle, they’re not your people.
Unknown (via thoughtkick)