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kyunolakaren:

Cross Road (Makoto Shinkai)

(via notsim)

Isn’t it odd how much fatter a book gets when you’ve read it several times? As if something were left between the pages every time you read it. Feelings, thoughts, sounds, smells…and then, when you look at the book again many years later, you find yourself there, too, a slightly younger self, slightly different, as if the book had preserved you like a pressed flower…both strange and familiar.

Cornelia Funke, Inkspell (via observando)

(via langleav)

(via notsim)

1. Do not describe your poems with adjectives like “shitty”. Do not call yourself “normal” or “boring”. Your hair is not too red. Your talent is not “alright”. And you are not just a socially awkward penguin. You are what you say and what you think and what you want to become. When you receive a compliment, do not put a “but” or an “I don’t think so” or any backhanded contradiction in your reply. Accept it and say your thank yous sincerely. There is a difference between humility and negativity. Devaluing yourself is not attractive.

2. Stop chasing after boys who don’t even make the effort to message you, chase you, or get to know you. You are sick of people who make you feel they don’t want you enough. Find someone who knows what they want. Find someone who knows what they want is you.

3. Some people can not give you what you want. They do not have what you are looking for. And that is completely okay.

Sade Andria Zabala | For Days When I Feel Like I Am Anything Less (via kvtes)

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englishsnow:

by M. Klasan

(via englishsnow)

Your absence has gone through me
Like thread through a needle.
Everything I do is stitched with its color.

W. S. Merwin, “Separation” (via perfect)

(via langleav)

I’m always soft for you, that’s the problem. You could come knocking on my door five years from now and I would open my arms wider and say ‘come here, it’s been too long, it felt like home with you.’

Azra.T “My Heart is Full of Open Windows.” (via larmoyante)

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englishsnow:

Ekaterina Pronina

(via englishsnow)

I hear a small voice
in the back of my mind
and it is chanting a prayer:
‘Please don’t fall in love again,
please don’t fall in love again.’
Maybe this time I will listen.
Maybe this I will learn.

Tina TranSong for the reckless (via larmoyante)

(via larmoyante)

englishsnow:

 holding onto gravity