I love that sweet smell of decay that surrounds me in forests and woods. A kind of mulchy, deep, rich rot that has no connotation of death or ending, but rather of life and age. A sense of perpetual destruction and rebirth.
― (via owls-love-tea)
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You work so hard, just to end up at home crying yourself to sleep; remember you’re trying, you are moving mountains that have plagued you since you were young, and you’re trying so hard. Keep fighting, fight until you have won. Fight until you have found your way home, until the sun comes back and your heart learns to love the mornings again.
― T.B. LaBerge // Go Now   (via harukimuracallme)

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There are wounds that never show on the body that are deeper and more hurtful than anything that bleeds.
― Laurell K. Hamilton (via exoticwild)

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Let things be, let yourself be, let everything be and accept it as it is. Nothing more. Nothing less.
― James Frey, A Million Little Pieces (via exoticwild)

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But for the first time, he couldn’t think of a single word to describe this kind of loneliness, so scary and real it required an entirely different language, new and strange and yet to be invented
― Molly Antopol, The UnAmericans (via exoticwild)

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I hate that I don’t hate you
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Two weeks into Fall and I already have a cold… howww

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We delight in the beauty of the butterfly, but rarely admit the changes it has gone through to achieve that beauty.
― Maya Angelou
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My problem was that no one ever needed me as much as I needed them.
― (58/365) by (KJ)

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My fault, my failure, is not in the passions I have, but in my lack of control of them.
― Jack Kerouac

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