eyebrows can literally either make you or break you
(via paging-doctorfaggot)
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(via livinggcorpse)
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(Source: girlyyy-stuffs)
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You don’t know anyone at the party, so you don’t want to go. You don’t like cottage cheese, so you haven’t eaten it in years. This is your choice, of course, but don’t kid yourself: it’s also the flinch.
Your personality is not set in stone. You may think a morning coffee is the most enjoyable thing in the world, but it’s really just a habit. Thirty days without it, and you would be fine. You think you have a soul mate, but in fact you could have had any number of spouses. You would have evolved differently, but been just as happy.
You can change what you want about yourself at any time. You see yourself as someone who can’t write or play an instrument, who gives in to temptation or makes bad decisions, but that’s really not you. It’s not ingrained. It’s not your personality. You personality is something else, something deeper than just preferences, and these details on the surface, you can change anytime you like.
If it is useful to do so, you must abandon your identity and start again. Sometimes, it’s the only way.
Set fire to your old self. It’s not needed here. It’s too busy shopping, gossiping about others, and watching days go by and asking why you haven’t gotten as far as you’d like. This old self will die and be forgotten by all but family, and replaced by someone who makes a difference.
Your new self is not like that. Your new self is the Great Chicago Fire—overwhelming, overpowering, and destroying everything that isn’t necessary.
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(Source: favorite-quotes-of-mine, via livinggcorpse)
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(Source: twelveoddmonths, via livinggcorpse)
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A million first kisses.
I believe you can have a million first kisses. It’s the first one when you feel something that counts. Every moment leading up to it is a dream. You can see their eyes deepen, and their smile fade as they get nervous. You feel your stomach rise and your heart fall. You notice every detail about them, yet no flaw registers. Nothing matters, because for a moment it’s just you two. Your breathing begins to synchronize theirs. In. Out. In. Out. They search your eyes to speak the words they’ve longed to hear. The intensity in their eyes leaves you breathless. The air thickens. Suddenly your cheeks burn and your throat tightens. You try to read them, to see if they feel the same way, but your eyes glaze over, leaving your vision hazy. Everything that hurt, everything that worried you, seems like a distant memory. And as if they can see you drifting away, they lean in and lightly cradle your face. Then they look into your eyes and search for you. That’s when it happens. This time you let yourself be found. They study you like a foreign treasure and you move in closer too. Almost simultaneously, both sets of eyes close. Lips touch. Fast and quick. Nothing rushing anything. Not want anything more. An innocent kiss. You pull away and so do they, blushing terribly. Right then you realize this is different. You felt something. Fireworks.
(Source: livinggcorpse)
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My thoughts weave themselves into chains of water, angry tides crashing against the confined spaces of my skull, begging for me to feel it. I spend weeks, months, and years, carefully and diligently placing the bricks, one on top of the other, making your wall. I will not flood. I will not flood.
(Source: livinggcorpse)
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I’m going to tell you what a demon once told me: It is okay to want your own happiness. It’s okay to care about yourself the most. It’s okay to do what’s healthy for YOU. When someone hits you, it’s okay to hit back and then ask them what the hell they expected. It’s okay. You are not obligated to sit there and smile and swallow every bit of shit everyone heaps on you. You are more than furniture, you’re more than window dressing, you’re not their shiny toy. You’re human, and you have the right to say “That was shitty of you”. You have a right to say “Let me feed that back to you; tell me, how does it taste?” You have a right to protest your own mistreatment and set boundaries for respectful interactions. The rest of the world doesn’t realize you have this right, and they will act offended and appalled when you exercise it, but it is yours.
— SonneillonV (via albinwonderland)(Source: sonneillonv, via livinggcorpse)
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I’m going to tell you what a demon once told me: It is okay to want your own happiness. It’s okay to care about yourself the most. It’s okay to do what’s healthy for YOU. When someone hits you, it’s okay to hit back and then ask them what the hell they expected. It’s okay. You are not obligated to sit there and smile and swallow every bit of shit everyone heaps on you. You are more than furniture, you’re more than window dressing, you’re not their shiny toy. You’re human, and you have the right to say “That was shitty of you”. You have a right to say “Let me feed that back to you; tell me, how does it taste?” You have a right to protest your own mistreatment and set boundaries for respectful interactions. The rest of the world doesn’t realize you have this right, and they will act offended and appalled when you exercise it, but it is yours.
— SonneillonV (via albinwonderland)(Source: sonneillonv, via livinggcorpse)
