You misinterpret everything, even the silence. Franz Kafka, The Castle
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It’s funny. When you leave your home and wander really far, you always think, ‘I want to go home.’ But then you come home, and of course it’s not the same. You can’t live with it, you can’t live away from it. And it seems like from then on there’s always this yearning for some place that doesn’t exist. I felt that. Still do. I’m never completely at home anywhere. Danzy Senna
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And then she came barreling through the door all dark and beautiful and red lips and curled hair and she looked like she’d been coming through doors like that her whole life. drinkuntilyouwantme
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We could build a space together, piece by piece and call it home.
But my home is you, even when every other thing collapse. And I don’t mind your noise or your silence, the lack of space in your life or the emptiness of it. I won’t mind getting old and building something new as long as you still feel familiar, as long as I’ll fall asleep in your arms, as long as I can drink from your kisses.
Time will go by and we will be the same as long as you are around so I can have a home to return to. Daisy (via wnq-writers)

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When you find someone who truly ‘gets’ you, not just someone who listens to you or is nice to you, but someone who truly understands you without you having to say a word, hold on to them. No matter what happens, no matter how complicated life gets, don’t let them go. unconventionalbuthappy
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You can lose yourself trying to please everyone, but you can also lose everyone trying to find yourself.

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Never give up on something you really want. It’s difficult to wait, but more difficult to regret.

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Fear climbs my ribs and plays around in my lungs. Every time someone mentions the future (via 10wordpoems)

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Parents have this twisted belief that anyone under the age of about twenty simply can’t know what love is, like the age to love is assessed in the same way the law assesses the legal age to drink. They think that the ‘emotional growth’ of a teenager’s mind is too underdeveloped to understand love, to know if it’s ‘real’ or not.
That’s completely asinine.
The truth is that adults love in different ways, not the only way. J.A. Redmerski 
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I lost all interest in my schoolwork, friends, reading, wandering or daydreaming. I had no idea what was happening to me, and I would wake up in the morning with a profound sense of dread that I was somehow going to have to make it through another entire day. I would sit for hour after hour in the undergraduate library, unable to muster enough energy to go to class. I would stare out the window, stare at my books, rearrange them, shuffled them around, leave them unopened, and think about dropping out of college. When I did go to class it was pointless. Pointless and painful. I understood very little of what was going on, and I felt as though only dying would release from the overwhelming sense of inadequacy and blackness that surrounded me. I felt utterly alone, and watching the animated conversations between my fellow students only made me feel more so. Kay Redfield Jamison, An Unquiet Mind: A Memoir of Moods and Madness
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