Everything

Everything Is Just So Hard Right Now. It’s Like Everything Is Just Collapsing On Me And Is So Hard To Breathe Without Help..The One Person I Thought Was There To Stay..Left..And It Just Goes To Show..That Nothing Is Really Permanent..
Nothing Really Sticks Around As Long As You’d Like Them Too…
Don’t Depend Your Happiness On Anyone Else’s..You’ll Just End Up Sad And Hurt…

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She was filled with a strange, wild, unfamiliar happiness, and knew that this was love. Twice in her life she had mistaken something else for it; it was like seeing somebody in the street who you think is a friend, you whistle and wave and run after him, but it is not only not the friend, but not even very like him. A few minutes later the real friend appears in view, and then you can’t imagine how you ever mistook that other person for him.
Nancy Mitford, The Pursuit of Love (via quoted-books)
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A book is made from a tree. It is an assemblage of flat, flexible parts (still called “leaves”) imprinted with dark pigmented squiggles. One glance at it and you hear the voice of another person, perhaps someone dead for thousands of years. Across the millennia, the author is speaking, clearly and silently, inside your head, directly to you. Writing is perhaps the greatest of human inventions, binding together people, citizens of distant epochs, who never knew one another. Books break the shackles of time ― proof that humans can work magic.
 Carl Sagan (via feellng)
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blood-orange-handed:

there are three levels to tumblr friendships:

1. super nice messages

2. slightly wierd messages

3. messages with the entirety of bohemian rhapsody lyrics and messages at 4am saying things like “what if you woke up and u were a chicken”

If you are looking to move from level 1 to level 2 or level 2 to level 3, CONSIDER THIS YOUR INVITATION.