I too, shall leave.
Laura Gene.
Or what my family calls me at least. I dig poetry, art, music, and weird shit.

sara-meow:

Most beautiful fox ever

Can someone please explain why this fox has a collar and leash on it

jackhoward:

kaishabackwards:

I paused my music for this. Worth it.

When people say “I will never not reblog this” I’ve found my one of those

I didn’t become heartless , I just became smarter. My happiness will not depend on someone else. Not anymore.
(via gralix)

aseaofquotes:

Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray

You are so brave and quiet I forget you are suffering.
Ernest Hemingway (via aurelle)

intertwiningly:

spiritual/indie

He awoke each morning with the desire to do right, to be a good and meaningful person, to be, as simple as it sounded and as impossible as it actually was, happy. And during the course of each day his heart would descend from his chest into his stomach. By early afternoon he was overcome by the feeling that nothing was right, or nothing was right for him, and by the desire to be alone. By evening he was fulfilled: alone in the magnitude of his grief, alone in his aimless guilt, alone even in his loneliness. I am not sad, he would repeat to himself over and over, I am not sad. As if he might one day convince himself. Or fool himself. Or convince others—the only thing worse than being sad is for others to know that you are sad. I am not sad. I am not sad. Because his life had unlimited potential for happiness, insofar as it was an empty white room. He would fall asleep with his heart at the foot of his bed, like some domesticated animal that was no part of him at all. And each morning he would wake with it again in the cupboard of his rib cage, having become a little heavier, a little weaker, but still pumping. And by the midafternoon he was again overcome with the desire to be somewhere else, someone else, someone else somewhere else. I am not sad.
 Jonathan Safran Foer, Everything Is Illuminated (via feellng)
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