I am in desperate need of a creative outlet but I don’t feel confident enough about my ability in any artistic endeavor to actually do something and feel proud of it and accomplished afterwards 

ugh

what to do what to do

They say that’s what happens when you fall in love. You want to tell people things. You especially want to tell them sad things. Hidden sad things from the past. I want to tell you all the sad things, and then you will know me better than other people know me and that means we are reserved for one another. Because we made a reservation like at a restaurant like at a grand hotel and we made this reservation with a certain foreign currency made of secret sad information we told each other in private rooms.

Sarah Ruhl  (via beautyisanillusion)

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Title: Anthems for a Seventeen-Year-Old Girl Artist: Broken Social Scene 546 plays

whimzie:

Used to be the one of the rotten ones
And I liked you for that
Now you’re all gone, got your makeup on
And you’re not coming back

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binoches:

Faces (dir. John Cassavetes, 1968)

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I am tired of knowing nothing and being reminded of it all the time.

F. Scott Fitzgerald, Tender Is the Night (via paradoxicalsentiments)

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please just somebody tell me it’s gonna be alright please please please I can’t do this please

I am lonely, yet not everybody will do. I don’t know why, some people fill the gaps and others emphasize my loneliness.

Anaïs Nin (via vienne)

No better quote to describe me.

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kids-live:

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