I’ve read that if an avalanche buries you and you’re lying there underneath all that snow, you can’t tell which way is up or down. You want to dig yourself out but pick the wrong way, and you dig yourself to your own demise. That was how I felt, disoriented, suspended in confusion, stripped of my compass.

Khaled Hosseini, And The Mountains Echoed (via feellng)

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i cuss so much that sometimes i forget its actually bad and not everyone is comfortable with it

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When you grow up as a girl, the world tells you the things that you are supposed to be: emotional, loving, beautiful, wanted. And then when you are those things, the world tells you they are inferior: illogical, weak, vain, empty.

Stevie Nicks (via wanduring)

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Obstacles are those frightening things you see when you take you eyes off your goal.

― Henry James (via psych-quotes)

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I’ve been hurt so bad and I still love so hard. I admire my heart for that.

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Every intelligent individual wants to know what makes him tick, and yet is at once fascinated and frustrated by the fact that oneself is the most difficult of all things to know.

― Alan Wilson Watts (via psych-quotes)

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My internet was down for 5 minutes so i went downstairs and spoke to my family

They seem like nice people

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i need a 6 month vacation twice a year

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The best way to find out if you can trust somebody is to trust them.

― Ernest Hemingway (via psych-quotes)

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I can’t wait until our generation becomes teachers that actually know how to make a video full screen and get the god damn cursor out of the way

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Human life is but a series of footnotes to a vast obscure unfinished masterpiece

― Vladimir Nabokov (via psych-quotes)

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Do not teach your daughters to be ‘pretty.’

Do not entomb her in a pretty pink tower
and insist that only the degree of her physical appeal
may set her free.
Teach her to fight her way out,
to consume books and spit knowledge
to lesser boys who insist she is just beautiful
and nothing more.

Teach her to love her body
not to manipulate and put a price tag on herself
as a defined worth
she shall be immeasurable
she shall be more than this.

Do not let her break herself down
when the boy in kindergarden hits her
because he likes her.
What are you really teaching her?
Pain and love are not synonymous
neither are pretty and perfection.

Teach her to be kind
to be harsh
to be demure
to be wild
to be sensitive
to be thick-skinned

But good god,

Do not teach your daughters to be ‘pretty.’

Michelle K., Do Not Teach Your Daughters to Be ‘Pretty’ (via creatingaquietmind)

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