Nothing can wear you out like caring about people.

S.E. Hinton, That Was Then, This Is Now (via whitebeyonce)

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If flowers can
teach themselves
how to bloom after
winter passes,
so can you.

I didn’t know what to say. I felt like crying, Goddammit everybody in the world wants an explanation for your acts and for your very being.

Jack Kerouac, On the Road (via skin-n-bones)

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I swear I’m okay. I’m just tired. And no, not just the kind of tired where I’ve had a long day, but the kind of tired where I slept for 7 hours last night, and yet, I feel as though I haven’t had a good night’s rest in months. The kind of tired where taking a deep breath feels like carrying twice my body weight. The kind of tired where I feel as though I’ve been searching for you as if you were the last piece of buried treasure on this earth. The kind of tired that I fear no amount of sleep can ever cure.

ConnotativewordsWeak and Weary (via exoticwild)