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silentnostalgia:

I’d take this room any day of the week
I am obsessed with becoming a woman comfortable in her skin.
Sandra Cisneros (via gardeniatree)

(Source: shaefierce, via nyonly)

Regret is a weird concept when you think about it.
Its sort of like a volcano inside your body waiting to erupt.
Whats strange is, you wont think about how yesterday you should have kissed that guy, or that you could have done better on that test last week.
No.
You’re stuck there crying about how when you were ten you should have joined that stupid club, maybe you’d have more friends.
Or maybe you’d be happier.
You’re, fifteen looking back on nine.
Seventeen looking back on twelve.
Thirty looking back on nineteen.
You should have kept the job, you shouldnt have stood up for yourself, you should have cared a little more.
Yelled a little louder.
Fought a little harder.
You should have done this.
You should have done that.
Youshouldhave, youshouldhave.
I should have.
We all, should have.
Thats the thing about regret, it holds no time stamp.
There is no clock.
The dial never stops turning.
Regret is timeless.
Regret is that drug that keeps you awake.
Children ask me if im afraid to go to sleep at night because of the monsters under my bed.

I cant laugh.
I cant say monsters don’t exist.
Because they do.
They’re alive and theyre inside of all of us.
Eating at our insides.
Feeding off of our mistakes.
They’re getting stronger and stronger, and sooner or later, we wont be able to tell the difference.
We’ll wake up in the morning and look in the mirror, and we wont recognize ourselves.
We’re the empty shells of our former selves.
The flight of life that never took off. 
And it is so god damn sad.
It is so sad when you think about it.
Nothing but ashes as my remains (via ohyeahtotes)

(Source: ohyeahtotes, via nyonly)

I have done bad things. I can’t take them back, and they are part of who I am. Most of the time, they seem like the only thing I am.
Veronica Roth, Insurgent (via ruby-moon)

(Source: larmoyante, via excusesandreasons)

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thecindercone:

The first night in the trees

I wish.

fkn take me there