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“You’ll ache. And you’re going to love it. It will crush you. And you’re still going to love all of it. Doesn’t it sound lovely beyond belief?”

— Ernest Hemingway

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“It’s been very rare to have known you, very strange and wonderful.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald; The Beautiful and Damned

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don’t forget the life you promised yourself

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I want to run away. away from the city, away from my past. I want to live somewhere in the nowhere, between mountains, the oceans and the purest of nature. i want to hike and feel the breeze of freeness on my entire body, want to swim naked in the lakes, where just the stars can see me at night. I want to explore and go further and stop when I want to stay. I wanna be whoever I want to be, wherever I want to be. I want to let go, off all the things I am not good enough for and welcome a life that’s good enough for me.

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Your mind was beautiful, full of waves of laughter and nonsense and oceans full of fear and courage. Your heart was pure, sad, but ready to fight for the good. You were yourself in a world where everyone wanted to be someone else. I miss that person, i miss my beloved friend.

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"I want to live simply. I want to sit by the window when it rains and read books I'll never be tested on. I want to paint because I want to, not because I've got something to prove. I want to listen to my body, fall asleep when the moon is high and wake up slowly, with no place to rush off to. I want not to be governed by money or clocks or any of the artificial restraints that humanity imposes on itself. I just want to be, boundless and infinite."

– Via "svnflower-blog" on Tumblr

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This won’t last. You won’t stay. You don’t love me enough.

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Cocain. Tilidin. Codein. MDMA. Acid. Weed. So many ways to get high and I chose you….

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Anne Carson, Nox

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He asked me how I was doing, I said okay. But thinking about it, i was never better. I am clean, not sober yet, but almost... I am still thinking about suicide sometimes, but finally starting to see some other future. I am still drowning in my feelings, but i learned to feel them, accept them and let them go. Sometimes I still cut myself, but i clean my wounds afterwards and say sorry to myself.. Recovery is hard, getting better takes time, and sometimes its happening so slow, that you do not even realise that its happening. But take a look in your past, look at your old worries, your old desires, and see how far you´ve come and dream about how far you will get.

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I could get over anything as long as I have something new to be obsessed with

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"I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot explain it to myself."

- Franz Kafka

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“Suddenly she realized that what she was regretting was not the lost past but the lost future, not what had not been but what would never be.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald, A Nice Quiet Place

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Wer tröstet mich, wenn du mich verletzt?