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Hopeless Wanderer

Wherever you may go, go with all your Heart!

the years between eighteen and twenty-eight are the hardest, psychologically. it’s then you realize this is make or break, you no longer have the excuse of youth, and it is time to become an adult – but you are not ready.

helen mirren (via solacity)

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How long they choose to love you will never be your decision.


maybe if you came and fell asleep next to me I wouldn’t be so sad

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I just want somebody who will never stop choosing me.

But still, I find the need to remind myself of the temporariness of a day, to reassure myself that I got through yesterday, I’ll get through today.

Gayle Forman, Where She Went (via highrapunzel)

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It’s all messed up:
The hair.
The bed.
The words.
The heart.

William Leal.    (via retratou)

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I have this demon who wants me to run away screaming if I am going to be flawed, fallible. It wants me to think I’m so good I must be perfect. Or nothing. I am, on the contrary, something: a being who gets tired, has shyness to fight, has more trouble than most facing people easily.

Sylvia Plath (via splitterherzen)

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