Not perfect: just real.

Human existence lies not only in just being alive, but finding something to live for.

I wonder why we always deny love. I remember in middle school, if you were accused of the crime of loving, you screamed denials constantly and stopped ever even looking at the boy you were accused of liking. The boys could destroy each other by yodeling, “An-drew lo-oves Jen-nie,” and both Andrew and Jennie would flinch and blush. Love is this great thing that most songs and books and poems and lives are all about. So the minute we actually think there might be love around, we start laughing and pretending and hiding from it.

— Caroline B. Cooney, Girl Who Invented Romance 

(Source: feellng)


I’m so consumed by these feelings that I feel like I’m being held down & strangled. I feel like I can’t function, like I can’t breathe or move. I feel like my whole body is just giving up.

(via fu-ck-0ff)

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