20. sicilian. stay schleepy

Posted: July 7rd
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do you ever just smell an old perfume, or hear an old song, or pass an old hangout spot and kinda break inside for a couple minutes

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Posted: July 7nd
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Newest tattoo!
It’s on my left forearm. It’s a note my mom left me the night she died. Here’s a side-by-side shot of the two.

Deserves every note.

I cried and then I reblogged

Posted: July 7nd
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The face she gives me when she wants to get on the couch

let her on the damn couch you monster
Posted: July 7nd
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Sketch in progress of that dragon lady from that show a few people like.
"I’m still depressed, but how depressed I am varies, which is good. Much of the time, it’s a comfortable numbness that just makes things feel muted. Other times, I’m standing in the shower or something and I can feel the nothingness hurtling toward me at eight thousand miles per hour and there’s nothing I can really do aside from let it happen and wait until it goes away again."
Allie Brosh (via paperbackwords)

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"No matter how much I feel, I’m not going to let it out. If I have to cry, I’m gonna cry on the inside. If I have to bleed, I’ll bruise. If my heart starts going crazy, I’m not gonna tell everyone in the world about it. It doesn’t help anything. It just makes everyone’s life worse."
Jonathan Safran Foer (via paperbackwords)

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"Whatever relationships you have attracted in your life at this moment, are precisely the ones you need in your life at this moment. There is a hidden meaning behind all events, and this hidden meaning is serving your own evolution."
Deepak Chopra (via paperbackwords)

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"Eventually something you love is going to be taken away. And then you will fall to the floor crying. And then, however much later, it is finally happening to you: you’re falling to the floor crying thinking, “I am falling to the floor crying,” but there’s an element of the ridiculous to it — you knew it would happen and, even worse, while you’re on the floor crying you look at the place where the wall meets the floor and you realize you didn’t paint it very well."
Richard Siken  (via paperbackwords)

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