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do-re-mi-fa-so-fuckingdone

thauwn

things to start doing:

drink more water
carry a camera everywhere i go
read more books than i already do
go for walks
do yoga more often
go to bed earlier
enjoy the little things
go outside more
stop comparing myself to others
stick to my goals n stop putting things off
write down my feelings
smile more, especially at random people

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quoted-books

With my last breath, I’ll exhale my love for you. I hope it’s a cold day, so you can see what you meant to me. 

Jarod Kintz, This is the best book I’ve ever written, and it still sucks (via quoted-books)

scattered-bones

It’s July and my existence has been sixteen years of saying sorry before I speak. I’ve spent too many summer nights staying up late talking to boys that were staying up for other girls. I leave without saying goodbye. I’m in the middle of four different books. I can’t finish things.
I leave the shower with shampoo in my hair. I leave my keys in the lock. I say thank you when people say I love you. When people like me, I want to ask them why.
I’m sixteen and I’m too young to be worrying that no one will fall in love with me. I’m sixteen and I’ve spent a year in recovery figuring out that I don’t actually want to die because turning into a ghost won’t solve all my problems.
I never wanted to die, I just wanted to escape. So I tightened my fists, toughened my skin, took a deep breath and went straight through the storm to the other side.
Flash forward two months, I’ll be seventeen. I will no longer apologize for existing. I’ll be seventeen and it’s about time I told you, I’m not sad anymore.
The thing they forget to tell you about storms is that even though you can’t see sunlight for miles, it’s still sunny somewhere else in the world.

8:52 a.m. (An autobiography of 16 years)

This.

(via brokendream-er)

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