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Sometimes you can’t help but feel lost and all alone, deserted and you can’t help but think that the feeling will never go away… But one day you wake up and without even realizing it, you’re ok and that feeling you once had a few days ago doesn’t even cross your mind… I’ll be just fine…

Smoking In The Rain

savageleewriting:

Look at those two, standing there. Smoking in the rain. They’re like a slow combustion, and when they lean in to speak, sparks seem to fly from their lips.

She smells like she’s been dipped in sugar. She leaves little streaks of artificial colours on the street as she goes this way and that,…

Reminds me of something…

“Let me live, love, and say it well in good sentences.”

—   Sylvia Plath (via aestheticintrovert)

(Source: goodreads.com, via aestheticintrovert)

“To learn to read is to light a fire; every syllable that is spelled out is a spark.”

—   Victor Hugo (via aestheticintrovert)

(Source: bibliophilebunny, via aestheticintrovert)

“I want to be beautiful for myself. Not for anyone or anything but for myself.”

—   Unknown (via cavum)

(Source: noregretsjustlove147, via forgottenfeeelings)

Addicted…

(Source: Spotify)

Anonymous asked: How can you tell people to be strong and happy when you're not happy yourself? How can you tell them they are beautiful when you don't think you're beautiful yourself? How can you say something you don't believe?

forgottenfeeelings:

Because i want them to have a better life what seems hopeless for me. 

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