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This is the border between the world you know and one you can only imagine

I reblog a lot of random shit but what I post are genuine comments and feelings towards said subject. I'm a free-spirited girl who loves to have fun but also suffers from monophobia, I can't stand the idea of being alone and because of that I tend to go from friend to friend... but I want something more, I want a long term relationship with someone I can trust with my life whether it's a best friend, a brother or a sister. I'm not looking for anything specific just someone who will be there.


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which country has the most birds



thats a language


nice recovery

don’t you mean nice redovery

turkey, how did we miss turkey

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I think about this sometimes: about how messed up we all really are on the inside. How we put on this “day face” and try to just live life and be okay, but underneath all that we have all these layers of neuroses and disappointments and unresolved issues that stay dormant until they’re triggered. Not overtly, most of the time — we wouldn’t be able to function if it were overt all the time — but under. Underneath us, inside of us. Things that happened to us that changed us. Heartbreak and trauma woven into the texture of our skins.

What doesn’t kill us makes us stronger but it also makes us fucking tired.

…Of course, someone somewhere always has it worse. And I’m not going to say everyone deserves some sort of medal for getting out of bed in the morning. But damn it, when you think about all this weight that piles up on us, and all our different coping strategies (some adaptive, some not so much), and the scars we accumulate throughout our lives (everyone has them) that make us all the interesting damaged messes that we are; the way we individually experience loss and heartbreak and nothingness and push through it, we’re doing a pretty good job as humans. We do things. We go to work. We go to school. We do the laundry. We breathe. We function. We grieve and we pick ourselves up and adapt and keep going.
We keep moving, because there’s not a whole lot else to do.


What Doesn’t Kill Us Makes Us Something (Mila Jaroniec)

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Sometimes you need to remind yourself that you were the one who carried you through the heartache. You are the one who sits with the cold body on the shower floor, and picks it up. You are the one who feeds it, who clothes it, who tucks it into bed, and you should be proud of that. Having the strength to take care of yourself when everyone around you is trying to bleed you dry, that is the strongest thing in the universe.

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One of the worst feelings has got to be when you’re prepared for Under Pressure and Ice Ice Baby comes on instead

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R.I.P to all the friendships where we acted like lovers at some point, and now we barely talk.

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nothing beats those kisses where you can just taste how much they want you

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