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Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad. Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (via kushandwizdom)

There’s a difference between somebody who wants you and somebody who would do anything to keep you.

Remember that.

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(Source: the-taintedtruth, via killl-me-with-kisses)

There’s a special place in my heart for the ones who were with me at my lowest and still loved me when I wasn’t very loveable. Yasmin Mogahed (via psych-facts)

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I love people who are open-minded. People who just vibe with whatever you talk about. You can talk about anything and everything. (via acceptvnce)

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To believe that you depend on things and people for happiness is due to ignorance of your true nature; to know that you need nothing to be happy, except Self-knowledge, is wisdom. Nisargadatta Maharaj (via in-a-wonderland-they-lie)

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kanentokon:

if someone is showing off their tattoo and it’s fresh and they’re happy about it do not fucking make fun of it i don’t care how pretentious or typical or pseudo-artsy you think it is if another human being shelled out a large sum of money to have something permanently etched onto their body and they are happy and proud of it do not fucking try to make them feel bad about it especially if it was a really big tattoo. holy shit.

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thehopefulhopeless:

give me hickeys and tell me what you don’t tell anyone else

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People aren’t either wicked or noble. They’re like chef’s salads, with good things and bad things chopped and mixed together in a vinaigrette of confusion and conflict. Lemony Snicket, The Grim Grotto (via kushandwizdom)
give-a-fuck-about-nature:


These eyes tell the story - This kinds of barbaric abuse is happening in research labs, private industries, universities, Science departments etc all over the world. Take action for those who have no voice
I am sorry for filling you with beer and bad thoughts and then asking you why you shook. I am sorry for pinching you, for hitting you, for bruising the thin-skinned parts of you. I am sorry for the names I called you when we were fighting. You are not ugly. You are not useless. You would not be better off gone. I’m sorry for almost throwing you out into the street because my sadness was too much for me. I’m sorry for carving my fingernails into your thigh and then resenting the way people asked, “How’d that happen?” I’m sorry for plucking you and nicking your calves with drugstore razors. I’m sorry I let some people see you in the moonlight. They didn’t deserve to know the color of your hips like I do. I’m sorry for leaving you convulsing over a toilet bowl over some boy. I’m sorry I did not thank you for simply trying to take me where I wanted to go. I’m sorry I screamed at you to shrink, shrink, shrink when all you could do was grow. I’m sorry that this apology is ten years too late. I’m sorry that it will probably come again. I’m sorry that I do not treat anybody else as poorly as I have treated you. I’m sorry that I am constantly learning how to love you, when you have never once doubted how you feel about me. I’m sorry in ways I have not yet learned to communicate. An Apology to My Body | Lora Mathis (via lora-mathis)

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