These days I just can’t seem to say what I mean. I just can’t. Every time I try to say something, it misses the point. Either that or I end up saying the opposite of what I mean. The more I try to get it right the more mixed up it gets. Sometimes I can’t even remember what I was trying to say in the first place. It’s like my body’s split in two and one of me is chasing the other me around a big pillar. We’re running circles around it. The other me has the right words, but I can never catch her.
Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via seabois)

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southeasterncharm:

Perfect

southeasterncharm:

Perfect

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When is a monster not a monster?
Oh, when you love it.

Caitlyn Siehl (via insanity-here-i-come)

Caitly Siehl is brilliant forreal, you guys.

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You will lose someone you can’t live without,and your heart will be badly broken, and the bad news is that you never completely get over the loss of your beloved. But this is also the good news. They live forever in your broken heart that doesn’t seal back up. And you come through. It’s like having a broken leg that never heals perfectly—that still hurts when the weather gets cold, but you learn to dance with the limp.
Anne Lamott (via julietjardin)

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Introverts, man. We’re weird sometimes. Like, “I love you, but I need to go over here by myself right now.”

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You were born with the ability to change someone’s life, don’t waste it.
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If you drink enough vodka it tastes like love.
You’d do anything to feel better, wouldn’t you? (via the-fault-in-our-scars)

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You said the basketball hoop was like my uterus? 

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