The only characters here are you and I

Dani Roussey. 23. In the labyrinth.

You must learn to let go. Release the stress. You were never in control anyway.

—Steve Maraboli, Life, the Truth, and Being Free (via h-o-r-n-g-r-y)

(Source: observando, via liquid-clocks)

Anonymous asked: What bothers me about Hogwart's paintings is that they're all realistc or medieval-ish and just makes me wonder what happens if a wizard paints some cubist nonsensical shit. Would it move? Would it talk? Would it ask you for the password, or would it tell you about the meanings of within? I guess we'll never know because Dumbledore is not a fan of modern art

maisiewilliams:

this is a solid question

I agree
Manage
Following up emails
It’s fine
N/A
Error

So how was your weekend
Maybe it’s going to rain
Alright
Let me know
Leave the door open
Too much sugar
Already cold out
Left it at home
Keep in touch

Bottom line
Unnerving
Dead end
Get out while you can
Executive
Temperamental

Silent recession
Allocated funds
Less
Exit

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paperswallow:

at the start of this year I was very unhappy for some reason and I don’t think anyone knew about it. i had a very clear physical image of my sadness as a honeycomb of volcanic rock packed inside my chest, something black and brittle and dead, with the red heart struggling beneath it. i felt that i…

The sign of intelligence is that you are constantly wondering. Idiots are always dead sure about every damn thing they are doing in their life.

Forgive the trees
for the way they can’t stop shaking
even after all these years of practice.
Forgive yourself
for the days you don’t even want to try.

—Y.Z, a dying art (via rustyvoices)

(via liquid-clocks)

Being born a woman is an awful tragedy. Yes, my consuming desire to mingle with road crews, sailors and soldiers, bar room regulars—to be a part of a scene, anonymous, listening, recording —all is spoiled by the fact that I am a girl, a female always in danger of assault and battery. My consuming interest in men and their lives is often misconstrued as a desire to seduce them, or as an invitation to intimacy. Yet, God, I want to talk to everybody I can as deeply as I can. I want to be able to sleep in an open field, to travel west, to walk freely at night.

—Sylvia Plath (via areyoutiredofbeingalone)

(via not-that-hipster)