Grief, when it comes, is nothing like we expect it to be.

I write entirely to find out what I’m thinking, what I’m looking at, what I see and what it means. What I want and what I fear.

Joan Didion, Why I Write (via larmoyante)

Do you still perform autopsies on conversations you had lives ago?

Donte Collins  (via thelivingandthededalus)

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Pain and suffering are always inevitable for a large intelligence and a deep heart.

Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Crime and Punishment (via 13neighbors)
therealbenyonce:

me neither 

therealbenyonce:

me neither 

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borrachooo:

redsuns-n-orangemoons:

i-write-wrongs:

realest thing I’ve seen in a while

this was so amazing. so thought provoking. an eye-opening social criticism.

Yup.

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