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INCANDASCENT ENTHUSIASM

18. med student. perpetual escapist. Marwa

barackinaroundthechristmastree:

i am pretty much 3% human and 97% stress

(Source: partybarackisinthehousetonight, via gnarly)

silversarcasm:

my favourite word privileged people say is ‘if’

'if someone came up to me and said…'

'if i got bullied for who i was…'

'if the roles were reversed…'

like we don’t get ifs, we are getting harassed on the street, we are getting attacked, we are in the marginalised group who you have power over I don’t care about your hypothetical fucking situation

(via biryaniii)

When something bothered me, I didn’t talk with anyone about it. I thought it over all by myself, came to a conclusion, and took action alone. Not that I really felt lonely. I thought that’s just the way things are. Human beings, in the final analysis, have to survive on their own.

Murakami, Haruki. Sputnik Sweetheart. (via wordsnquotes)

(via imaneeeee)

supermodelgif:

Rosie Huntington-Whiteley by Sophie Delaporte for Vogue China September 2006

supermodelgif:

Rosie Huntington-Whiteley by Sophie Delaporte for Vogue China September 2006

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allonsyforever:

Can we keep him

allonsyforever:

Can we keep him

(via bookmad)

I used to analyze myself down to the last thread, used to compare myself with others, recalled all the smallest glances, smiles and words of those to whom I’d tried to be frank, interpreted everything in a bad light, laughed viciously at my attempts ‘to be like the rest’ –and suddenly, in the midst of my laughing, I’d give way to sadness, fall into ludicrous despondency and once again start the whole process all over again – in short, I went round and round like a squirrel on a wheel.

—Fyodor Dostoyevsky, ‘Crime and Punishment’ (via peelingcrimson)

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Life is a question of nerves, and fibres, and slowly built-up cells in which thought hides itself and passion has its dreams. You may fancy yourself safe and think yourself strong. But a chance tone of colour in a room or a morning sky, a particular perfume that you had once loved and that brings subtle memories with it, a line from a forgotten poem that you had come across again, a cadence from a piece of music that you had ceased to play… I tell you, that it is on things like these that our lives depend.

Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray (via bookmania)

(via literatureismyutopia)

starrysleeper:

get-off-your-arse-its-begun:

geekishchic:

volouminous:

*whispers* You can be mature and respectful and still have a dirty sense of humour.

*murmurs* You can curse a lot and still be highly intelligent with a massive vocabulary.

*mumbles* You can be quiet and reserved and still be witty and even outgoing in certain circles.

*sighs* You can be intelligent and sharp-minded and still forget what month it is

(via isis-)

lysergic-asshole:

SMACKDOWN. GEORGE RR MARTIN WINS EVERY DEBATE EVER FOR THE REST OF TIME.

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