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Hey hi hello, I'm Sam. f20. Trying to get through life with my sense of humor but who cares, feel free to reblog, like, ask whatever. I usually post good poetry and pictures that makes me feel something.

You’re going to make mistakes in life. It’s what you do after the mistakes that counts.

Brandi Chastain  (via tea-storm)

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My heart is an unmade bed;
it might look messy, but I swear
it’s a safe place to rest.

Moriah Pearson   (via senyahearts)

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The hours between 12am and 6am
have a funny habit of making you feel
like you’re either on top of the world,
or under it.

(via daihty)

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I don’t know. I just feel stuck, like I’m afraid to take any steps in case they’re the wrong ones.

Rebecca Stead, When You Reach Me (via xuf)

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There’s something beautiful about keeping certain aspects of your life hidden. Maybe people and clouds are beautiful because you can’t see everything

 Kamenashi Kazuya (via coyotegold)

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It is awful to want to go away and to want to go nowhere.

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath. (via wordsnquotes)

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You remember too much,

my mother said to me recently.

Why hold onto all that?

And I said,

Where do I put it down?

Anne Carson, from “The Glass Essay” (via vrban)

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People are just as wonderful as sunsets if you let them be. When I look at a sunset, I don’t find myself saying, “Soften the orange a bit on the right hand corner.” I don’t try to control a sunset. I watch with awe as it unfolds.

Carl R. Rogers  (via floriental)

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She had a strange feeling in the pit of her stomach, like when you’re swimming and you want to put your feet down on something solid, but the water’s deeper than you think and there’s nothing there.

Julia Gregson, East of the Sun (via halluzinogen)

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I mean, I write poems in these songs dedicated to you.
Sunflowers, version four (1888), Vincent van Gogh / Poetic Justice, Kendrick Lamar ft. Drake

flyartproductions:

I mean, I write poems in these songs dedicated to you.

Sunflowers, version four (1888), Vincent van Gogh / Poetic Justice, Kendrick Lamar ft. Drake

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