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immogen · 7 years
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She decides God is no good, but he must exist, / he must exist so she can hold him accountable.
Ada Limón, from “The Echo Sounder,” Lucky Wreck (via lifeinpoetry)
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immogen · 7 years
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Lia Byrne
“I have a meanness inside me, real as an organ. Slit me at my belly and it might slide out, meaty and dark, drop on the floor so you could stomp on it.”
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immogen · 7 years
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swoobats :
graduated top of my class from hogwarts school of bitchcraft and misery
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immogen · 7 years
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When you live in the dark for so long, you begin to love it. And it loves you back, and isn’t that the point? You think, the face turns to the shadows, and just as well. It accepts, it heals, it allows. But it also devours.
All These Things You Wish You’d Say (via violentwavesofemotion)
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immogen · 7 years
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johnnyjoestarsofficial
my mom likes to tell me “you have to pick your battles” well im full of rage and im picking all of them
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immogen · 7 years
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me *throwing bread at ducks*: do not forget this act of altruism. if i am ever in trouble i expect you and your brethren to come to my aid. Do not forget
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immogen · 7 years
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like damn, i may be arrogant as hell, but at least i’m Right™.
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immogen · 7 years
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All parents damage their children. It cannot be helped. Youth, like pristine glass, absorbs the prints of its handlers.
Mitch Albom  (via
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immogen · 7 years
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How do we forgive our fathers? Maybe in a dream. Do we forgive our fathers for leaving us too often, or forever, when we were little? Maybe for scaring us with unexpected rage, or making us nervous because there never seemed to be any rage there at all? Do we forgive our fathers for marrying, or not marrying, our mothers? Or divorcing, or not divorcing, our mothers? And shall we forgive them for their excesses of warmth or coldness? Shall we forgive them for pushing, or leaning? For shutting doors or speaking through walls? For never speaking, or never being silent? Do we forgive our fathers in our age, or in theirs? Or in their deaths, saying it to them or not saying it. If we forgive our fathers, what is left?
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immogen · 7 years
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immogen · 7 years
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I am not a snob; it is simply that I am not interested with what most people have to say, or what they want to do — mostly with my time.
Charles Bukowski (via quotemadness )
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immogen · 7 years
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she’s so obnoxious, i love her
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