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Vincent Van Gogh // John Keats

It is never too late to be what you might have been. -George Eliot

For years I've been meaning to read A Thousand Splendid Suns. It broke my heart man. This little girl was just born to suffer. That's all she did. She suffered, and then she died.

And, you read quotes and snippets of a book and you think "ow this seems happy-ending-y I'll save it for strange strips of my life." And, then it wrecks you, freaking vivisection the whole thing.

Red is the color of strength, war, determination, passion, and love.

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Don't look around, look ahead and don't stop until you get there.

Some days are okay. Some days the universe dissects your soul. You know, to see whether you're made of the stuff of staying alive.

I met people like storms and people like hurricanes, men like tornadoes and women like warplanes but you were a summer breeze curling the surface of the sea and maybe that’s why I wasn’t prepared for the destruction you left in me.

// of storms and people j.d.m. (via poetryandthesea)

I’m sorry I’ll never be as good as her.

(via excerptsofstories)

Short note for my mid 20 somethings. I feel like I’m stagnating and that’s hard. I feel like I hit my peak 5 years ago. I feel aimless and hopeless and lost. I feel constantly drained. I am measuring my self worth based on how much money I can earn a year and what I say to people when they ask me what I’m doing. At the moment, nothing. I’m doing nothing. I’m unemployed and exhausted by it. I’m tired and tired and tired. I’m trying to remind myself that I’m more than this moment right now. I’m trying to remind myself that there is light and someday I’ll be bathed in it.

First, parts of you die, and then the things you think define you fade into the background. But you're still in control, you didn't need them anyway. Then you wake up one October morning, and you're seeping through your own fingers like water. You have no idea whom you are, you only have a vague idea of whom you want to be, but that's hard and you need to grieve for the girl who's dying inside you, because God knows she's carried you. Alas, you live in a world full of people with questions and they feel entitled to you remaining the same. You can't explain that your paradigms are not just shifting, they're blowing up and turning into ash in your hands, so you just fold into yourself. But Yourself is falling apart, and it's just...living God what is happening?