soppy
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“like someday you’ll find out
just how many there are
and we all can go home
cause there’s nothing as sad
as a man on his back
counting stars”
You have my permission not to love me;
I am a cathedral of deadbolts
and I’d rather burn myself down
than change the locks.
—Rachel McKibbens, “Letter From My Brain To My Heart” (via brave-and-kind)
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hello, world.
Series of female mugshots from the 1960s. (via)
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The best people possess a feeling for beauty, the courage to take risks, the discipline to tell the truth, the capacity for sacrifice. Ironically, their virtues make them vulnerable; they are often wounded, sometimes destroyed.
—Ernest Hemingway
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24
i’m ripe for a mental illness diagnosis.
i’ve become so comfortable in my emptiness.
home sweet home, california
the view from bernal heights hill
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What horrifies me most is the idea of being useless: well-educated, brilliantly promising, and fading out into an indifferent middle age.
—Sylvia Plath
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