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talents include looking 12 and saying thank you to the bus driver

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Someone send me some writing prompts for my character Dragica. I’m supposed to be writing her novel for my creative writing module for uni, but I can’t find my muse for the plot atm. All my love ❤️

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You tried to kill the most important person in my life. My best friend. My sister.

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Kinda miss the days when rp was pure, mindless fun. Now I don’t have time for it and it just becomes another stress. I miss it.

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It’s a violent thing to be alive

Devin Kelly, from “Look at What I’m Looking At” published in Prelude (via lifeinpoetry)

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Plan for the rest of the day:

- put dinner on

- do replies

- make starter

- finish/restart self-para

- spark notes the French lueitenant’s woman

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Hey I feel weird messaging you off anon bc I only talk to you on your rp acc but I'm really to hear about your girlfriend 💕

Hey it’s okay! Thank you so much, I appreciate it. I’m starting to feel better slowly. I just need some time to think things through a bit. Thank you ❤️

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My gf broke up with me and I just feel like I’m in this hazy state of not knowing what is real or not. Like it was something I dreamed, but I know it happened, obviously. It just feels weird :/

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I gave you my heart and that’s all I can give you, and if that’s not enough, then I’m not enough.

Unknown (via thoughtkick)

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Beware of the quiet kind people like me, we are filled with rage of being used so i might spit fire and turn with no regret if you do me wrong.

Bambi (via purplebuddhaquotes)

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… I wonder if I will ever find a language to speak of the things that haunt me the most.

Bao Phi, from “Vocabulary,” Thousand Star Hotel (via edensgalore)

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I had two longings and one was fighting the other. I wanted to be loved and I wanted to be always alone.

Jean Rhys, Wide Sargasso Sea (via theliteraryjournals)

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[…]                                                           I burn’d    And ached for wings,

John Keats, from “Ode on Indolence,” in Selected Poems (Bloomsbury Poetry Classics). (via existential-celestial)

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One of the hardest things you will ever have to do, my dear, is to grieve the loss of a person who is still alive.

Anonymous (via thelovejournals)