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what are you even supposed to do when youre angry.  cant scream at anyone cos im not a dick. cant break anything cos i paid money for that. cant rip my hair out cos i need it on my head. literally what now

Fyodor Dostoevsky, Crime and Punishment

for years, i have swallowed my anger like it's my mom's pasta. or poison. it's all the same anyway. i gulped it down, so it doesn't hurt anyone else. only me. only me. even when anger burned to wrath and a billion bombs went off inside of me, i said nothing. no one told me i could be pretty, even with bloody knuckles. no one told me i could be loved amidst the burning. even now, i bite my tongue til it bleeds and i know, i know, i know. to be angry is to be human. but is it so wrong to want to be otherworldly? to be pure and untouched by it all? so what if i'm burning myself out from the inside? with the blood of tongue and ash of the girl i used to be. i think it would make a beautiful altar. laid to waste, i think i might finally be good.

Quote by Ari Cofer

glass, irony and good, anne carson // margaret atwood // enough, suzanne buffam // linnea paskow // in conversation: kathleen turner, david marchese // haunted womanhood, heather havrilesky // where to begin, sue zhao // the stream of life, clarice lisepector

taehyung + jay + jennie moodboard

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“Lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off, but it’s better if you do.”

Natalie Portman in Closer (2004) dir. Mike Nichols

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on love arriving unannounced

Leila Chatti, “Tea”

Huge fan of human connection, and love, and loss, and laying in the dark at night with the fan on thinking about things other people taught me and crying grateful happy tears

starting a collection. pierre talking to natasha in war and peace

knowing the fact that someone could find the beauty in ourselves when we are at our worst feels bizarre. because i wish i could see myself as the way they see me through their eyes too.

from ought by molly brodak, published in a little middle of the night

[Text ID: well... define hurt. Because I can't tell if I'm dull to it or if it is just everywhere. /End ID]

maybe i'm not sad all the time... i just happened to get trapped inside a tiny body that couldn't contain so much tenderness in my heart..

Christopher Isherwood's diaries, September 8, 1960

— July 31, 1917 / Franz Kafka diaries

not once in the Qur'ān does it say worry about it, stress over it, or figure it out. but over and over it tells us to put our trust in Allāh.ﷻ

I will leave such an imprint on your heart that anyone you entertain after me will have to know me in order to understand you.

holding my own face in my own hands and screaming “there is no connection without an open heart! you must be brave! you must be honest! you must be true!” in the mirror

“Perhaps love is to give one’s own solitude to other, for it is the very last thing we have to offer.”

– Clarice Lispector

When a physicist falls in love :)

Richard Feynman's love letter to his deceased wife, 1946.

obsessed with Her.

grwm to forgive myself

anyone else just woke up one day and realized that our time on this earth is limited and that they really really really want to live despite every bad thing that happens and proceeded to have a break down or is it just me

if it was good, it would have stayed

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