Sic Transit Gloria Mundi
street fights, night lights.
so passes the glories of the world..
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02:47"I’m going to tell you what a demon once told me: It is okay to want your own happiness. It’s okay to care about yourself the most. It’s okay to do what’s healthy for YOU. When someone hits you, it’s okay to hit back and then ask them what the hell they expected. It’s okay. You are not obligated to sit there and smile and swallow every bit of shit everyone heaps on you. You are more than furniture, you’re more than window dressing, you’re not their shiny toy. You’re human, and you have the right to say “That was shitty of you”. You have a right to say “Let me feed that back to you; tell me, how does it taste?” You have a right to protest your own mistreatment and set boundaries for respectful interactions. The rest of the world doesn’t realize you have this right, and they will act offended and appalled when you exercise it, but it is yours." — SonneillonV  (via 33113)

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23:41"Life’s too short to drink crappy coffee and cry over boys who don’t care." — Matty Healy (the 1975)

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naturemetaltolkien:

Tolkien died in 1973. Reverse it and you get 3791.
Three rings for the elven kings under the sky, seven for the dwarf-lords in their halls of stone, nine for mortal men doomed to die, and one for the dark lord on his dark throne.

(via kittyune)

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For Emma by Bon Iver
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Anonymous: damn girl you is fine, id eat you up like a bowl of pho n douse you in sirracha sauce n eat dim sum off ur bodayyyy <69

my bf is real romantic y’all

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01:57"and I’m over it,
I’m over it,
I promise I’m over it.
But it still hurts sometimes." — Laura Elizabeth Ross  (via slutstatus)

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finnualabutler:

Everyone who terrifies you is sixty-five percent water.
And everyone you love is made of stardust, and I know sometimes
you cannot even breathe deeply, and
the night sky is no home, and
you have cried yourself to sleep enough times
that you are down to your last two percent, but

nothing is infinite,
not even loss.

You are made of the sea and the stars, and one day
you are going to find yourself again.  

(via missghoul)