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“I’d welcome the pain of walking through the deadliest flames if it meant your lips would meet mine when I reach the other side..”

-Darrion Brown

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Some people are alone not because they do hate people or are they anti-social. Some just don’t want to burden anyone with their presence. For how in the world would you believe that someone would like and enjoy your company if you yourself is disgusted by your very own existence.

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Autumn has made me realise a few different things: -Sometimes we have to lose parts of ourselves to make way for something better. -There is always some kind of beauty in life, even in death.

incandescent-bodies, writing prompt #63: write about the beauty of autumn (via wnq-writers)

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When they say they are with you, but break you down…

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whispering “hit me with your car please” while crossing the street is probably my most attractive habit

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There are two people you’ll meet in your life. One will run a finger down the index of who you are and jump straight to the parts of you that pique their interest. The other will take his or her time reading through every one of your chapters and maybe fold corners of you that inspired them most. You will meet these two people; it is a given. It is the third that you’ll never see coming. That one person who not only finishes your sentences, but keeps the book.

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The beauty you see in me is a reflection of you.

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he’s just a little flower please don’t hurt him

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That’s it. That’s the best tweet. We can all go home now.

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Farts are just ghosts of the things we eat.

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Nothing ever truly dies. It crumbles and is then immortalised as memory. There will always be mouths to tell the story of what we once thought was buried six feet under the soft earth.

Nikita Gill

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The way I felt terrified me. That’s how I knew it was real.

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Daphne and Scrappy exit the mechanical dinosaur’s mouth into a cave.

Y’know. Like you do.

A few seconds go by. They barely get a few feet into the cave’s entrance…

…when Shaggy walks out, completely uncertain as to where they are, or might be.

C’mon, Shag, they’re right in front of you, in a straight line!

Can’t you and your terrifyingly-thin arms see them?