1. 22:45 17th Sep 2014

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    Reblogged from clinicallydepressedpug


    most people without one don’t understand how exhausting anxiety disorders are, it’s like being taken in by quicksand only instead of pieces of sand pulling you under, it’s different worries that are completely irrational and most of the time we know they’re irrational and stupid but we just can’t stop them

  2. 21:56

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    Reblogged from meanwhileinthe60s

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  3. 20:46

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    Reblogged from sadyoungliterarygirls

    I can’t feel a thing; All mournful petal storms are dancing inside the very private spring of my head.
    — Franz Kafka, from Letters To Milena (via niet-zsche)

    (Source: hellanne)

  4. 19:03

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    Reblogged from nprfreshair


    John Darnielle of The Mountain Goats joins Fresh Air to talk about his new novel, Wolf in White Van, his dark adolescence, and the best part of his job: 

    "I hang out and sign records for an hour or two hours every night and I like to hear as many people’s stories as I can, because if somebody wants to share their story with me, I want to honor that. … But if you’re hearing a bunch of [stories], it gets very intense. It’s a lot.

    I feel a duty. … I really think there’s a lot of music you can use to heal and save yourself. It’s not like I have some magic power and I reached inside somebody and said, “Oh, you didn’t know this about yourself until I wrote this song.” That’s not true. What I did is I made a thing, and somebody who needed to find something found mine and chose to meet me out on that ground.

    It’s this area of communication that is unique to music, I think. That’s a choice that the listener makes to share that part of themselves with the artist who hopefully shared part of himself. … It’s very intense to have those sorts of conversations, have people sharing stuff that may be a secret, but I try to be worthy of it. It’s an honor. I’ve worked a lot of jobs — this is the best one.”

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  6. 17:52

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    Reblogged from filthy-hippie-vibes

    Tags: places I wish I were today


Lakeside view by anubis632_de on Flickr.
  7. 17:17

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  8. 17:08

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    Reblogged from heycaptainsassypants

    I didn’t realize it, but the days came along one after another, and then two years were gone, and everything was gone, and I was gone.
    — F. Scott Fitzgerald (via versteur)

    (Source: stxxz.us)

  9. 17:07

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    Reblogged from supportingthosewhoarehurting

    I look at you and see all the ways a soul can bruise, and I wish I could sink my hands into your flesh and light lanterns along your spine so you know that there’s nothing but light when I see you.
    — Shinji Moon, The Anatomy of Being (via aestheticintrovert)

    (Source: quoted-books)

  10. Things I’m good at: being sad, watching netflix, writing mediocre poetry, listening to the same two songs over and over again, only being able to sleep for 4 hours max, not having a boyfriend, being anxious, not cleaning my house.