"When we don’t know who to hate, we hate ourselves."

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"Find me now. Before someone else does."

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"You have so many layers, that you can peel away a few, and everyone’s so shocked or impressed that you’re baring your soul, while to you it’s nothing, because you know you’ve twenty more layers to go."

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I always get really freaked out by how many people there is in the world when I’m on long bus journeys. Like, you go past so many random people, living their little lives, going about their day to day activities, you make eye contact for a split second, have so many questions about who they are, where they’re going, how they’re feeling, then bam, you’ll probably never see that person again.

(Source: loveismyjudge, via killerwave)

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"Personally, I don’t like inherently happy people. I don’t trust them. I think there’s something seriously wrong with anyone who isn’t at least a little let down by the world."

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"Isn’t it funny how day by day nothing changes, but when you look back, everything is different?"

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"I just want the days of my life to add up to something."

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"All the effort in the world won’t matter if you’re not inspired."

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"Every day you may make progress. Every step may be fruitful. Yet there will stretch out before you an ever-lengthening, ever-ascending, ever-improving path. You know you will never get to the end of the journey. But this, so far from discouraging, only adds to the joy and glory of the climb."

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"Everybody smiles with that invisible gun to their heads."

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"I hope you’re living a life you’re proud of. If you find that you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start all over again."

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You know that amazing feeling when you fall asleep as soon as you climb into bed and wake up feeling like you’ve only been gone for a second, you dont feel tired at all but totally and completely refreshed and happy? Well, I don’t.

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I haven’t been writing much, and that seems so peculiar to me. I have always had something to write about, if not conveying my feelings then it’ll be something creative: a short story, poem or even random slur of words that fill up the white sheet of paper to keep me satisfied. But, I feel unmotivated. Meaningless. Blank.

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