Jessica. simplicity & sleep.
I always do this. I stare at people and wonder what they’re going through. I wonder who they love and miss. It makes me realize that I’m not the only one who’s going through something.
— {e.v.d.a.}  (via unstabl)

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Be proud of who you are, and not ashamed of how someone else sees you.
— Unknown (via purplebuddhaproject)

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can I call you

or can you call me


I either dress like im going to a red carpet event or like im a homeless drug addict there is no in between

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The thing I’m most afraid of is me. Of not knowing what I’m going to do. Of not knowing what I’m doing right now.
— Haruki Murakami, 1Q84 (via stxxz)

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Don’t waste sunsets with people who will be gone by sunrise.
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When somebody makes you laugh when you’re sad, that’s the most enjoyable laugh you’ll ever experience.
IT by Alexa Chung  (via fraggybird)

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Just because you miss someone, it doesn’t mean you should go back to them. Sometimes you have to just keep missing them until you wake up one morning and realise that you don’t anymore.
It makes me sick, the way sadness is addicting. The way I can’t stop. Sadness is familiar. It’s comfortable and it’s easy in a sense that it comes naturally to me. But everything else about it is hard. The way my body aches with self-hatred. The way my mind spins and spins with hopeless thoughts. The way it poisons everything I do, every relationship I have. Yet it’s addicting, because I know sadness, and I know it very well. And there’s a sort of comfort in that, like being home after a trip or sleeping in your own bed after being away. There’s just a sense that this is where I belong. This is how it’s supposed to be.
— Unknown  (via 11ab)

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Honesty is a very expensive gift; don’t expect it from cheap people.
— Warren Buffett (via 11ab)

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I want to stay.
I want to leave.
I am three oceans away from my soul.
— Nayyirah Waheed (via aestheticintrovert)

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Nah but forreal tho
— a nigga that really wanna know (via king-emare)

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which is messier my life or my hair

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