honeychina:

kill me twice, it’ll never match the pain you left in my heart.

(via carolynegilligan)

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jannast:

Sometimes I just wanna fuck, and sometimes I wanna be in love, and sometimes I wanna be alone.

(Source: honeychina)

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we’ll make it together honey.. James Dean, letter to his girlfriend in New York.  (via honestbody)
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we’ll make it together honey.. James Dean, letter to his girlfriend in New York. 
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All the shitty things that have happened to you shape who you are, they have a lasting impact. Every negative word, rejection, every time you feel like you’re not good enough…these things stick with you no matter who you are and how strong you may be.. so you can either sink into depression and bask in your own lack of self worth or you can pull yourself together and move on. 

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You know what’s wrong with you, Miss Whoever-You-Are? You’re chicken, you’ve got no guts. You’re afraid to stick out your chin and say, “Okay, life’s a fact, people do fall in love, people do belong to each other, because that’s the only chance anybody’s got for real happiness.” You call yourself a free spirit, a wild thing, and you’re terrified somebody’s going to stick you in a cage. Well, baby, you’re already in that cage. You built it yourself. And it’s not bounded in the west by Tulip, Texas, or in the east by Somaliland. It’s wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself. Paul Varjack, Breakfast at Tiffanys
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I’ve wanted to kill myself a hundred times but somehow I am still in love with life. (via honey-china)

(Source: honeychina)

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justdropithere:

Jacob Coupe by Kay Smith - The Ones2Watch
I once had dreams of becoming a beautiful poet but upon an unfortunate series of events saw those dreams dashed and divided like a million stars in the nights sky that I wished on over and over again… Sparkling and broken…. But I didn’t really mind because I knew that it takes getting everything you’ve ever wanted and loosing it to know what true freedom is. Lana Del Rey
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And I kept saying, Jack, Jack, Jack, and someone was yelling “he’s dead, he’s dead.” All the ride to the hospital I kept bending over him, saying “Jack, Jack, can you hear me, I love you, Jack.”
His head was so beautiful. I tried to hold the top of his head down, maybe I could keep it in… but I knew he was dead. Jacqueline Kennedy’s last words to John F Kennedy.
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