"I was 15 years old, laying on my bedroom floor, shaking and trying to shove my heart back into my chest after you told me you didn’t love me anymore and I’m covered in scars and there are still nights when I find myself trying to hold my bones together with bleeding hands and breathing gets hard but fuck, if I can survive you and the way you tore me apart I can survive anything."why teenagers think we’re invincible  (via extrasad)
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BOOK OF THE DAY: 
The Ocean at the End of the Lane by Neil Gaiman
Neil Gaiman’s modern fairy tale has the ultimate beautifully, haunting recipe for success. Written for an adult audience, Gaiman thrives on recapturing the essence of childhood imagination in an elegant, enchanting but dark matter. The novel begins with a middle-aged man returning to his childhood home in Sussex, England for a funeral. He remembers his childhood friend, eleven year-old, Lettie Hempstock, and her grandmother and mother. 
At the tender age of seven, the narrator is sucked into the world of magic, which he recalls at the age of forty when he reaches the pond, which Lettie and him used to call the ocean. As a child, from your perspective everything is huge. His ocean is now a pond, your gigantic uncle is now shorter than you, and your king size bed can only fit your legs. You learn the adult themes of imperfection and survival and the detrimental fact that your parents are far from perfect. This is exactly the type of nostolgia Gaiman springs on us. 

 Childhood memories are sometimes covered and obscured beneath the things that come later, like childhood toys forgotten at the bottom of a crammed adult closet, but they are never lost for good.

The story begins with the dark memory of a suicide unleashing a world of magic. Like all good fairy tales, there is a monster, his nanny Urusula Monkton. But there is a catch, this seven year-old boy is the only one who can see her true facade. Ursula has charmed his entire family and his only save haven is with Lettie, at the end of the lane and her guardians. The Hempstock farmhouse is the portal for other worlds. This dark magical world leads him into his quest of survival and eternal fear. 
Read excerpts from the novel here! Get the book here!
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"Maybe all one can do is hope to end up with the right regrets."Arthur Miller, The Ride Down Mt. Morgan (via booksquoteslove)
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"I’ve been in love before, it’s like a narcotic. At first it brings the euphoria of complete surrender. The next day you want more. You’re not addicted yet, but you like the sensation, and you think you can still control things.You think about the person you love for two minutes then forget them for three hours. But then you get used to that person, and you begin to be completely dependent on them. Now you think about him for three hours and forget him for two minutes. If he’s not there, you feel like an addict who can’t get a fix. And just as addicts steal and humiliate themselves to get what they need, you’re willing to do anything for love."Paulo Coelho,  By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept (via feellng)
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kingparq:

not my photo. just my edit.
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"Wait for someone who bumps mouths clumsily with yours cos they’re too busy smiling to kiss you properly. Yeah. Wait for that."Azra Tabassum  (via messinah)
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ex0rdiium:

A Day To Remember | Dead & Buried.This was made from my own video so don’t be a dick and repost/remove credit.
"If you really want something, you don’t stop for anyone or anything until you get it."Blair Waldorf (via appetites)
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"Judge a man by his questions, rather than by his answers."Voltaire (via kuzkospoison)
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Brianna

lynzave:

today these kids were talking and being really rude during a test so I finally fulfilled my dream of telling them off by yelling “I AM FAILING THIS CLASS AND YOU DILDOS AREN’T HELPING MY SITUATION, LET ME TAKE MY TEST” and it went dead silent for like two seconds and one person snickered and the teacher said “don’t you dare laugh, she’s absolutely right”

I’ve never had a school official back me up after calling someone a dildo.

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Tigers Jaw - I Saw Water (x)