Concepts of Thinking

Exposing myself, in ways of finding myself
This is what keeps me going.

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(via oahzyllib)

Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could. Louise Erdrich (The Painted Drum)

(Source: kari-shma, via slightlybemused)

You don’t fit in your clothes anymore, none to say the least your own skin. Crying because your face isnt yours, not what it used to be. Getting older? No, that’s not the case here. Everyone won. But you knew this was going to happen, you fucking knew it, don’t act so surprised. They beat you to it, and now they are playing your part, better even. You’re nothing now.

Pathetic.