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feelthefearanddoitanyway-x:

This is your Sunday evening reminder that you can handle whatever this week throws at you. Even if school, work or general life isn’t okay, you’ll get through it because you are damn strong and amazing.

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"All through autumn we hear a double voice: one says everything is ripe; the other says everything is dying. The paradox is exquisite. We feel what the Japanese call “aware” — an almost untranslatable word meaning something like “beauty tinged with sadness.”" Gretel Ehrlich, The Solace of Open Spaces (via litverve)

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"When was the last time anyone ever told you how important you are?" Maya Angelou (via halluzinogen)

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"If you’re gonna bail, bail early. This applies to relationships, college classes, and sledding," Advice from my high school science teacher, Mr. Miller (via mumfordslionheart)

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"Some people are artists. Some, themselves, are art." (via uontha)

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Boys will be boys and I am bleeding through my bedsheets and I am bleeding through my mattress and he is eating the pizza in my fridge and my legs won’t work and he is losing his keys down the back of the couch and he is leaving and I am alone and I am alone.

The chemist tells me I should be more careful and I am swallowing $35 with a weak cup of coffee and my bank balance is low and my mattress is stained and there are missed calls and there are midnight knocks at my door and I am shaking and I am shaking.

I see him on the street and he is smiling and he is waving and my stomach is curling and I am not breathing and he is coming and he is shouting my name and I am shivering and the sun is hot and I am drowning and I am drowning.

There is mould on the cheese and the mice have gotten to the bread and my mother says I am skinny and maybe I should lose some more weight and maybe I should throw out the pizza in my fridge and the milk in there has curdled and I am fading and I am fading.

My friend says I should talk to someone and maybe I should and maybe I shouldn’t and maybe it is all my fault and there are still empty wine bottles in my bedroom and maybe some of them are new and maybe my clothes don’t fit right and I am going and I am going.

There is one night and I am alone and there are crashing waves and a full moon and the sand is cold and I am drinking and the wind is warm and maybe the stars are out or maybe they are not and there is no one else and I am floating and I am floating.

It is morning and the sun is still rising and I am untouched and I am clean and I am unsullied and the salt water is thick through the air and everything breathes with a promise of sunshine and sweaty palms and I am alive and I am alive.

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Waning by Sophie Clews (via hibernas)
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"Be someone’s Sunday, not Saturday night." (via ausdenaugengehstwietraenen)

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