there is a light that never goes out

I think its important to get away from where you've grown up for some of your life.

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“ Girls are not machines that you put kindness coins into until sex falls out. ”

—    Sylvia Plath (via myrisingvoice)

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“ Every one of us is losing something precious to us. Lost opportunities, lost possibilities, feelings we can never get back again. That’s part of what it means to be alive. ”

—    Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore (via observando)

“ Don’t tell thin women to eat a cheeseburger. Don’t tell fat women to put down the fork. Don’t tell underweight men to bulk up. Don’t tell women with facial hair to wax, don’t tell uncircumcised men they’re gross, don’t tell muscular women to go easy on the dead-lift, don’t tell dark-skinned women to bleach their vaginas, don’t tell black women to relax their hair, don’t tell flat-chested women to get breast implants, don’t tell “apple-shaped” women what’s “flattering,” don’t tell mothers to hide their stretch marks, and don’t tell people whose toes you don’t approve of not to wear flip-flops. And so on, etc, etc, in every iteration until the mountains crumble to the sea. Basically, just go ahead and CEASE telling other human beings what they “should” and “shouldn’t” do with their bodies unless a) you are their doctor, or b) SOMEBODY GODDAMN ASKED YOU. ”

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Lindy West, Thin Women: I’ve Got Your Back. Could You Get Mine? (via thespookytenenbaums)

There is no wrong way to have a body. 

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“ Then, one stupid person, no different from any other stupid person, wanders into your stupid life…you give them a piece of you. They don’t ask for it. They do something dumb one day like kiss you or smile at you, and then your life isn’t your own anymore. ”

—    Neil Gaiman (via observando)

“ Nothing ever happens like you imagine it will. ”

—    John Green, Paper Towns (via observando)

“ My dear, I think of you always and at night I build myself a warm nest of things I remember and float in your sweetness till morning. ”

—    Zelda Fitzgerald, letter to F. Scott Fitzgerald, mid-November 1931  (via katsv)

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