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I dream my painting and I paint my dream. Vincent van Gogh (via purplebuddhaproject)
I’m a princess cut from marble, smoother than a storm And the scars that mark my body, they’re silver and gold My blood is a flood of rubies, precious stones It keeps my veins hot, the fire’s found a home in me Lorde, “Yellow Flicker Beat”
Perhaps you will fail, perhaps it will be useless, valueless in the end; but do not underestimate the value of the feeling that you tried your best. James Andrew Cosby
They say time heals all wounds, but that presumes the source of the grief is finite Cassandra Clare, Clockwork Prince (via gardeniaexe)
We’re thirsty, thirsty. We’re salt water and sweet. And the bitter and the sad mixes with the dulce. It’s as if we’re rivers and oceans emptying and filling and swelling and drowning one another. It’s frightening and wonderful all at once. For once, I feel as if there’s not enough of me, as if I’m …
My alone feels so good, I’ll only have you if you’re sweeter than my solitude. warsan shire (via gardeniaexe)