Zenith
relhavant:

”It’s funny how i thoughtI was good at hiding myfellings, but then strangersstarted asking me what waswrong and why I looked sotired and that’s when I realized you didn’t care enough to notice”By: Simone // relhavant

relhavant:

”It’s funny how i thought
I was good at hiding my
fellings, but then strangers
started asking me what was
wrong and why I looked so
tired and that’s when I 
realized you didn’t care 
enough to notice”

By: Simone // relhavant

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gabifresh:

take no shit 2014

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flavorpill:

Emotional Photos of Women Wearing Their Ex-Lovers’ Shirts


I’m lost. And it’s my own fault. It’s about time I figured out that I can’t ask people to keep me found.
— Anne Sexton, A Self-Portrait in Letters  (via larmoyante)

(via allcameundonethemomentyoumeantit)


You have to surrender to your mediocrity, and just write. Because it’s hard, really hard, to write even a crappy book. But it’s better to write a book that kind of sucks rather than no book at all, as you wait around to magically become Faulkner. No one is going to write your book for you and you can’t write anybody’s book but your own.
— Cheryl Strayed (via maxkirin)

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free-winona:

Winona Ryder speaks out about her struggles with depression and anxiety

(via presentpast)


Anytime you’re gonna grow, you’re gonna lose something. You’re losing what you’re hanging onto to keep safe. You’re losing habits that you’re comfortable with, you’re losing familiarity.
— James Hillman (via splitterherzen)

(Source: onlinecounsellingcollege, via allcameundonethemomentyoumeantit)



Standing there at the stage door to the rest of your life. Time to dip your toe into the deep end. Try things. Say hi already. Laugh a lot. Mess up. Apologize. Mess up again. Hug people. Take chances. Trust yourself. Lose things. Get over it. Hold your friends close. Gather your strength. Gain wisdom and beautiful stories. Be brave, and you’ll have the time of your life.

(Source: photoswift, via timeerasingyou)


I worry. I worry that every man who left me went because of the doors I open after too much wine. I have never owned much, and I’ve never stayed around long, and I never tell anyone I’m going. I, too, tremble a tendency toward chaos, and I fear I’m living a life based on third-drink decisions. I write myself as a drunk and disheveled woman because it’s the only way I know how to keep her at bay. So yes, I use words to avoid my life. But it’s the opposite of hiding.
Third Drink Decisions by Jill Talbot (via therumpus)

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quietorgasm:

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zenith |ˈzēniθ|
noun
the highest point reached by a celestial or other object


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