Lucy
You’re getting older, and you’ll see that life isn’t like your fairytales. The world is a cruel place. And you’ll learn that, even if it hurts.
Pan’s Labyrinth. (via elsske)
Out

I dream of not dreaming.

I’m lost in the quicksand
Sunken, drunkin, drowning heavily in the grit. What do you do when you can’t do anything at all? The world blatantly fallen in the palm of your hand. I’m screaming but no one can hear me. I’ve swallowed everything I have. I can’t even hear myself anymore. Everything happens for a reason. The cliche of all cliches. Or is it? Defeat. What does that even mean? You lost. Or you lost it all. The feeling. The numbing feeling of knowing nothing at all. Who are you? Do you even know anymore …. That beautiful confidence. That glow. Why is it hiding? No, why did you let it all go? Lies, betrayal, what the fuck is the truth anymore? What does it all mean? Love, family, friends. What is a friend? Is love caring so much that it hurts? My spine is broken. I know misery. I know I’m gone.

And I have filled this void with things unreal.

Sleeping is nice. You forget about everything for a little while.

I’m scared to death of settling down and committing because I know a part of me will always be waiting for you to come back.
(via similiesandmetaphors)
I think most of us have a “one who got away”—someone from the past who captured our imagination. This is the person we Google late at night, wonder “what if” about—and for better or worse, use as a measuring stick for all other relationships. Often this relationship happens when we are young—so sometimes it’s hard to distinguish that intense time in our lives from the actual person and relationship. The lines can be really blurry.
Emily Giffin | On Love the One You’re With  (via difficile-iter)
And then you let them go again

And then you let them go again

fuckyeahbabyanimals:

This baby polar bear is so ferocious.

fuckyeahbabyanimals:

This baby polar bear is so ferocious.

Whenever I feel bad, I use that feeling to motivate me to work harder. I only allow myself one day to feel sorry for myself. I ask myself, “What are you gonna do about it?” I use the negativity to fuel the transformation into a better me.
Beyonce (via lovefromkate)

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broodwords:

I have a problem
Of letting people
Make me their home
Who don’t even have
The common courtesy
Of wiping their feet
Before they enter