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twitter.com/Brrrealyn:

    "I hope you know you’re beautiful and you deserve more than you allow yourself."

    I’m going to be ok.
    I applied to jobs everywhere from California to New York.
    I applied for residencies in Europe.
    I graduate in two weeks with no idea where I’ll end up.
    For once though, I’m more excited than scared.
    I am worth so much more than I give myself credit and I’m going to make the best of crappy situations.
    I am the captain of my own happiness.

    — 19 hours ago
    Anonymous asked: I know that I don't know you, but I hope that you are doing wonderfully and have an amazing weekend :)


    Answer:

    Heyyy, who is this and why you hiding? I hope you’re having a grand weekend as well…or shall I say have a grand weekend since it’s just now officially Friday? Either way, good vibes and quit hiding so we can be pals.:)

    — 1 day ago

    mydarkenedeyes:

    Cecilia Paredes uses her own body as a medium by wrapping herself in cloths or painting her skin and placing herself at the disposal of an environment that absorbs her in.

    (via faiirysex)

    — 4 days ago with 11775 notes
    mizzjayful:

fallen-freaky-angel:

THIS IS TRUE!

I live by this quote…

    mizzjayful:

    fallen-freaky-angel:

    THIS IS TRUE!

    I live by this quote…

    (via dizzyemotions)

    — 4 days ago with 32071 notes

    I wish you had stayed.

    (Source: tobwaylan, via lovelylittle-mess)

    — 4 days ago with 63727 notes
    annimaarit:

Every Now and Then
“Every now and then I would feel a violent stab of loneliness. The very water I drank, the very air I breathed, would feel like long, sharp needles. The pages of a book in my hands would take on the threatening metallic gleam of razor blades. I could hear the roots of loneliness creeping through me when the world was hushed at four o’clock in the morning.”
—Haruki Murakami, The Wind-up Bird Chronicle

    annimaarit:

    Every Now and Then

    “Every now and then I would feel a violent stab of loneliness. The very water I drank, the very air I breathed, would feel like long, sharp needles. The pages of a book in my hands would take on the threatening metallic gleam of razor blades. I could hear the roots of loneliness creeping through me when the world was hushed at four o’clock in the morning.”

    —Haruki Murakami, The Wind-up Bird Chronicle

    (via lovelylittle-mess)

    — 6 days ago with 30075 notes