I care so much about everything that I care about nothing.
William Saroyan, My Heart’s in the Highlands (via wordsnquotes)

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made this like 2 weeks ago / the scanner is finally working again !
Do you remember the shit that happened to you as a child that makes you not wanna trust people as an adult? […] You’re lucky, because you can get on with your fucking life and you’re not dogged down by these horrible, oppressive childhood memories, and you know, you stand a chance of being a normal, productive person. […] You know, like, I remember things, and then, like, I think “Is this true? Did this stuff really happen, or am I making it up?” Because, you know, the older I get, things - the memory sort of becomes a little blurry, and then, it’s like, I can’t, I don’t know, but you just don’t know the truth anymore.
I am not the sad girl anymore. No, I am more than that. I am strong and caring. I am both confident and insecure. I am simultaneously one of the kindest and meanest people you will ever meet. I am ugly, I am beautiful, and I am bursting with fire. I am home to strange and brilliant thoughts. I am heavily flawed and I am still good enough. I am so much, and I will never allow myself to be reduced to a single word again. Even when I am sad, I am still so much more. I am not the sad girl anymore. No, I am everything.
You lost all interest in this world. You were disappointed and discouraged, and lost interest in everything. So you abandoned your physical body. You went to a world apart and you’re living a different kind of life there. In a world that’s inside you.
Haruki Murakami, 1Q84 (via avvfvl)

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Sometimes, I sit alone under the stars and think of the galaxies inside my heart, and truly wonder if anyone will ever want to make sense of all that I am.
Christopher Poindexter (via quotethat)

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Listen to me. I’m shy. I’m not stupid. I can’t meet people’s eyes. I don’t know if you understand what that’s like. There’s a whole world going on around me, I’m aware of that. It’s not because I don’t want to look at you. It’s that I don’t want to be seen.
Jonathan Lethem, You Don’t Love Me Yet (via splitterherzen)

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I used to think that I could never lose anyone if I photographed them enough. In fact, my pictures show me how much I’ve lost
Nan Goldin (via mementolux)

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I get way too sensitive when I get attached to someone. I can detect the slightest change in the tone of their voice, and suddenly I’m spending all day trying to figure out what I did wrong.
Humans of New York - Amman, Jordan (via 5000letters)

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What’s wrong? Where do I begin? I don’t even know anymore. Nothing seems to be going right and nobody understands me. I feel like I’m stupid at school. I feel like my importance is slowly disappearing from my friends. I feel like a disappointment to my parents. I feel so unattractive. When I find someone I’m interested in, it’s like I don’t mean shit to them. I care too much about the people that couldn’t give a fuck about me. I’m just so tired. I feel like I can’t do anything right. What’s wrong? Maybe it’s the fact that I’m even alive. Nobody notices. Nobody cares.
He looked at me like I was crazy. Most of my lovers do, and that’s partly why they love me, and partly why they leave.
Jeanette Winterson  (via budddha)

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I’ve been screaming for years and no one has ever heard me.
Tahereh Mafi, Shatter Me (via wordsnquotes)

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She says nothing at all, but simply stares upward into the dark sky and watches, with sad eyes, the slow dance of the infinite stars.
Gaiman, Neil. Stardust.  (via wordsnquotes)

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Nothing had changed. I was the stupid one again. I was the girl who never understood who she was to people.
Carol Rifka Brunt, Tell The Wolves I’m Home (via writingwillows)
I was as hollow and empty as the spaces between stars.
 Raymond Chandler, “The Long Goodbye” (via wordsnquotes)

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