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People say “phase” like impermanence means insignificance. Show me a permanent state of the self.

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hey sorry im late i didnt want to come

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I wonder how biology can explain the physical pain you feel in your chest when all you want to do is be with someone. Dan Howell (via bl-ossomed) 601,304 notes
Our bodies could be skin on skin and I’d still pull you closer. (via bl-ossomed) 240,141 notes
INFJs are walking contradictions. We want to be noticed and appreciated, yet we hate attention. We want to make others feel happy and comfortable, yet doing so causes a great deal of stress for us at times. We like to be alone and are very independent, yet we yearn for companionship. We are able to think very logically, yet are willing to disregard logic if our intuition tells us something different. At times, being an INFJ can feel like being two people at once, and we regularly struggle with balancing these different personas. (source) 80 notes
This will be a good memory – you think. Can’t wait to remember it. Sam Pink (via funkypoolparty) 356 notes

Lemon trees by the sea, Capri Italy. 
I’m so pathetically sensitive and I wish I wasn’t. I’m embarrassingly insecure and I overanalyze and overthink things that I shouldn’t worry about. I wonder how many things my weaknesses have ruined. Things that could have turned out great but I was too weak to handle. I’m constantly trying to get better and stronger, and I do. But I sometimes wonder if there is a certain level of weakness that I will never be able to escape. (via i-am-sanchez) 649 notes


my father told me once to never date anyone who talks smoothly around you from the start because if someone likes you they should be a little nervous and honestly i think that’s some of the best advice anyone has ever given me

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it scares me that you never know what someone is thinking or feeling towards you and everything that they say could be one massive lie

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These days I just can’t seem to say what I mean. I just can’t. Every time I try to say something, it misses the point. Either that or I end up saying the opposite of what I mean. The more I try to get it right the more mixed up it gets. Sometimes I can’t even remember what I was trying to say in the first place. It’s like my body’s split in two and one of me is chasing the other me around a big pillar. We’re running circles around it. The other me has the right words, but I can never catch her. Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood (via vrban) 590 notes