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I wanna know how much of your life you spend just giving.

And if you love yourself enough to also receive sometimes.

I wanna know if you bleed sometimes through other people’s wounds.

Andrea Gibson, Asking Too Much

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I hate that I constantly feel the weight of everything that I’m not

-Cynthia Chapman

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a poem from the book i wrote - whisky and cigarettes. you can buy it on my instagram - adriannaswider 🌹

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This is insane 😩❤

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Anyone noticed the Secret Passageway under the church? I bet it’s relevant and even existing, and that Charlotte’s killer used it that night. And it’s leading to, what, a vault? Not the cimetary as it’s on the left bottom corner. Or is it hell, like representing Radley? Thoughts?

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Hannah Baker's Poem

Today I am wearing lacy black underwear

For the sole purpose of knowing I am wearing them.

And underneath that?

I am absolutely naked.

And I’ve got skin. Miles and miles of skin;

I’ve got skin to cover all my thoughts

like saran wrap that you can see through

to what leftovers are inside from the night before.

And despite what you might think, my skin is not rough; nor is it bullet proof.

My skin is soft, and smooth, and easily scarred.

But that doesn’t matter, right?

You don’t care about how soft my skin is.

You just want to hear about what my fingers do in the dark.

But what if all they do is crack open windows?

So I can see lightening through the clouds.

What if all they crave is a jungle gym to climb for a taste of fresher air?

What if all they reach for is a notebook or a hand to hold?

But that’s not the story you want.

You are licking your lips and baring your teeth.

Just once I would like to be the direction someone else is going.

I don’t need to be the water in the well.

I don’t need to be the well.

But I’d like to not be the ground anymore.

I’d like to not be the thing people dig their hands in anymore.

Some girls know all the lyrics to each other’s songs.

They find harmonies in their laughter.

Their linked elbows echo in tune.

What if I can’t hum on key?

What if my melodies are the ones nobody hears?

Some people can recognize a tree,

A front yard, and know they’ve made it home.

How many circles can I walk in before I give up looking?

How long before I’m lost for good.

It must be possible to swim in the ocean of the one you love without drowning.

It must be possible to swim without becoming water yourself.

But I keep swallowing what I thought was air.

I keep finding stones tied to my feet.

- Hannah Baker, 13 Reasons Why

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https://www.instagram.com/pbuddhaproject/

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Today, I am wearing lacy black underwear. For the sole purpose of knowing I am wearing them and underneath that I am absolutely naked and I’ve got skin, miles and miles of skin. I’ve got skin to cover all of my thoughts like saran wrap, that you can see through to what leftovers are inside from the night before. And despite what you might think, my skin is soft and smooth and easily scarred. But that doesn’t matter right? You don’t care about how soft my skin is, you just want to hear about what my fingers do in the dark. But what if all they do is crack open windows so I can see lightning through the clouds. What if all they crave is a jungle gym to climb for a taste of fresher air.

Hannah Baker (via immortal-feelings)

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Robots are becoming people while people are becoming robots

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Book of the week: American Gods by Neil Gaiman

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Keep your time, keep your mind, keep humble; young blood

Noah Kahan

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