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truly at peace
with themselves
are far
too rare."

Michelle K., Loving Yourself. (via michellekpoems)

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It is a two-way traffic,

the language of the unsaid.


— Anne Carson, from The Glass Essay (via violentwavesofemotion)

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i just said hi to someone and they didn’t hear me i’m never trying that again

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"But I like you.” He cleared his throat. “I like you first and second and third."

— F. Scott Fitzgerald, This Side of Paradise (via katiearmour)

(Source: quote-book)

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"I have come to believe that a great teacher is a great artist and that there are as few as there are any other great artists. It might even be the greatest of the arts since the medium is the human mind and spirit."

— John Steinbeck (via observando)

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"If you’re trying to decide what to write and you have one idea that scares you because you don’ know what people will think of it… write that one."

— Brian Koppelman (via davidjwest)

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"Traveling- it leaves you speechless, then turns you into a storyteller."

— Ibn Battuta (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

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I got Submarine and and Tales of Ordinary Madness today. I’m gonna need to not buy any books for the rest of the sunmer.

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"Her eyes were rimmed with long nights and things she wishes she had said."

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If you’re feeling small today I dare you to sit up straighter, look someone who scares you directly in the eye, take up room at the dinner table, make yourself bigger, when ‘sorry’ laps at the back of your tongue, tries to pick up after you, remind yourself that your existence doesn’t demand an apology, that you are allowed to make mess and take up space, do not be afraid to expand. Every single goddamn minute. Expand, expand, expand

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"Every morning I emerge from a different conscience. I leave my cocoon at my bedside, peeling the skin from the me that existed yesterday. If I am held together with over one hundred bones, what’s to say I don’t have just as many selves? If you are looking for the real me, stop—it is a myth. I am not one person, I am many."

— April Marie, I Am We (via aestheticintrovert)

(Source: konnohagaki)

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"Memory has its own special kind. It selects, eliminates, alters, exaggerates, minimizes, glorifies, and vilifies also; but in the end it creates its own reality, its heterogeneous but usually coherent version of events; and no sane human being ever trusts someone else’s version more than his own."

Salman RushdieMidnight’s Children (via theblackquill)

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"Your library is your portrait."

— Holbrook Jackson (via writingquotes)

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