February 2012
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You grow, you grow like tornado/ You grow from the inside/ Destroy everything through/ Destroy from the inside
I just want to be drunk and speaking French.
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“And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul,...”
– Sylvia Plath (via worksofheart)
Go find another lover/ To bring a… to string along./ With all your lies,/ You’re still very lovable.
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“I put my heart and my soul into my work, and have lost my mind in the process.”
– Vincent Van Gogh
to do list
mymindminding:
breathe in
breathe out
breathe in
breathe out
repeat
I always thought I was a totally independent woman who didn’t need a man for anything until just now when I realized I’m incapable of killing a cockroach.
“One of the things in my career as an artist might say to young artist is the...”
– Sally Mann (via allthosegoodhearts)
Bennington is like this secret imaginary place that a bunch of art and literature students all believe in and it doesn’t really exist or make sense to anyone except us. I keep trying to convince myself that I made the right decision by taking the term off, and when I process this situation logically, I know that I did. But god, I miss the trees and the mountains and walking home after dinner...
“There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.”
– Ernest Hemingway (via tmblg) (via sympathyfortheartgallery, halfdesertedstreets)
Been wrong so many times before/ but never quite...
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I just signed for a studio apartment uptown! And I found out I have my house to myself all weekend so I can party gras as loud as I want!! Friday for the win!
fuck I can’t believe I’m not going back at bennington in a few days. nothing makes sense here. I want to be back in my world. why why why am I what’s the I don’t think I can fkc fck I have no one here I want to be with my real family in vermont.
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“I just need to know that someone out there listens and understands and doesn’t...”
– The Perks of Being a Wallflower, Stephen Chbosky
