Today I suddenly experienced an absurd but quiet valid sensation. I realized, in an intimate lightning flash, that I am no one. No one, absolutely no one.
Fernando Pessoa (via audrotas)
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And if I get a little chemically imbalanced in the head, like we all know I tend to get sometimes, and I don’t want my parents or brother knowing, Will’s like, ‘We’ll deal with it.’ He’s never said, ‘Snap out of it,’ and he’s never said, ‘I don’t get it,’ and he’s never said, ‘I’ll fix it up.’ He just says, ‘You’re not up to going back to uni to finish your Honors this year? Big deal. There’s next year. We’ll deal with it.’” She nods. “That’s what he does well.
Melina Marchetta, The Piper’s Son (via perfect)
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I fall in love all the time. With music, film, poetry. A smile. A bum. But rarely the whole of someone.
Benedict Smith (via perfect)
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Do not ignore it. Fuck it. Cry your heart out. Then fuck it some more.
Charles Bukowski, from Selected Letters Vol. 4 (via deaths-and-entrances)
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