People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that’s bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they’re afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they’re wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It’s all in how you carry it. That’s what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you’re letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain.

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skeletonsdance:

Caitlin Shearer
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ambisagrus:

no image has ever described my life quite so well
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"I long so much to make beautiful things. But beautiful things require effort and disappointment and perseverance."
Vincent van Gogh
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Getting over a painful experience is much like crossing monkey bars. You have to let go at some point in order to move forward.

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weirdblackkid:

Why is this so accurate!?!?!??
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lame passive aggressive/self-affirming quote or lyrics here.

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I’m going to be direct and honest with you: I would like a glass of red wine and I’ll take the cheapest one you have because I can’t tell the difference.

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Nostalgia is inevitably a yearning for a past that never existed, and when I’m writing, there are no bees to sting me out of my sentimentality. For me at least, fiction is the only way I can even begin to twist my lying memories into something true.

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