Relax. You will become an adult. You will figure out your career. You will find someone who loves you. You have a whole lifetime; time takes time. The only way to fail at life is to abstain.
written by Johanna de Silentio (via quotecatalog)

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And I am jealous
of your tattoos and how long
they will stay with you
after I go.
written by Clementine von Radics (via clementinevonradics)

It’s just so strange.
You used to love me,
and now you’re a stranger
who happens to know all
of my secrets.
written by Clementine von Radics (via clementinevonradics)

My battered heart will always be
where the ocean meets the sand, I
will break over and over

Every day. That is the best and
worst part of me.
written by Clementine von Radics (via clementinevonradics)

I. Those of us born by water are never afraid enough of drowning. Bruises used to trophy my knees from my death-defying tree climb jumps. Growing up, my backyard was a forest of blackberry bushes. I learned early nothing sweet will come to you unthorned.

II. At twelve your body becomes a currency. So Jenny and I sat down and cut up all our clothes into nothing. That year I failed math class but knew the exact number of calories in a carrot stick. I learned early being desired goes hand in hand with hunger.

III. The last time I tried to scream I felt my father climbing up through my throat and into my mouth.

IV. There is a certain kind of girl who reads Lolita at fourteen and finds religion. I painted my eyes black and sucked barroom cherries to red my tongue. There was a boy who promised Judas really did love Jesus. I learned early every kiss and betrayal are up for interpretation.

V. I think he must have conferenced with my nightmares on exactly how to hurt me.

VI. He never broke my heart. He only turned it into a compass that always points me back to him.

written by Clementine von Radics, In Defense of Loving Him (after Megan Falley)

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Here’s to all the places we went. And all the places we’ll go. And here’s to me, whispering again and again and again and again: I love you.
written by John Green, An Abundance of Katherines (via fabulousbitch69)

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Someday, we’ll run into each other again, I know it.
Maybe I’ll be older and smarter and just plain better. If that happens,
that’s when I’ll deserve you. But now, at this moment, you can’t hook
your boat to mine, because I’m liable to sink us both.
written by Gabrielle Zevin, Memoirs of a Teenage Amnesiac  (via fabulousbitch69)

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I’m only quiet because I’m worried that if you push me too far, one day I will open my mouth and I will scream so loudly, it will shatter and break the whole world.
written by I Wrote This For You (via perfect)

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After you learn every story your mother told you about
prom caught hard in the back of her throat.

After your sister finally tells you what happened the night
you didn’t pick up the phone.

After that party your freshman year of college, when you
drank all the vodka and then threw yourself at that boy
who was so not into you.

After the picture frames, the wine glass, and your vows
lay broken on the floor.

After you remember every racist thing you said as a small
town white teenager. After you realize that no amount of
present day enlightenment will make those words unsaid.

After you accept there are things you will never know
about your father or the man you love. After you accept
that each reminds you of the other. After the night they
met and shook guitar-calloused hands, staring each other
down with matching blue eyes.

After he asks you to marry him, and you say “Not yet.”

After you find your underwear in the dark curves of a
stranger’s sheets and leave before sunrise. After you,
sobbing, confess what you’ve done, and he does not
forgive you.

There is shame. There is fear. And there is this dizzying
freedom.

written by The Brief Two Seconds After You Ruin Everything, Clementine von Radics (via clementinevonradics)

I.
When I was trying to quit smoking
and we drank white wine from Mason jars,
you called my freckles cocoa powder
and I called your green eyes
celery.

II.
I am learning how to be a grown-up
who pays bills, cooks her own meals,
and doesn’t cry at words like
I think I just want to be friends.

III.
The truth is this:
Love is an organic thing.
It rots and softens.

written by All That’s Left To Tell, Clementine von Radics (via clementinevonradics)

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