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Cassandra. 23.
Philosophy Degree

Out Loud Cynic/ Secret Romantic.

The city at night. I brake for birds. Laugh every day.

"The dogs are almost a defense mechanism for him so he can go to a place of purity with the dog soul and get out of the convoluted nature of mankind. I got the psychological landscape of a guy who escapes to animals to get away from the complexities of the human psyche. […] Will avoids eye contact, and it’s safer for him to bond with an animal because he knows what his expectations are of that creature   — a human being is a much trickier monster.” - Bryan Fuller (x)

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averyirregularhead:

trolltina:

“Men need to objectify and conquer. They see what they want to see. Women, however, can see into the soul of a person.”

This is the line that officially made me fall in love with AHS

averyirregularhead:

trolltina:

Men need to objectify and conquer. They see what they want to see. Women, however, can see into the soul of a person.

This is the line that officially made me fall in love with AHS

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14 hours ago
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I loved you head over handles
like my first bicycle accident—
before the mouthful of gravel and blood,
I swore we were flying.
parigi-di-notte:

hippies-like-us:


Vincent van Gogh, Starry Night [detail] (1889) 

I could look at those strokes forever.

love this

parigi-di-notte:

hippies-like-us:

Vincent van Gogh, Starry Night [detail] (1889) 

I could look at those strokes forever.

love this

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1 day ago
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alien-ated:

digbicks:

Romanticisation of Mental Illness, Kelsey Weaver

this is amazing

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1 day ago
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I think hell is something you carry around with you. Not somewhere you go.
Neil Gaiman, The Sandman (via moaka)

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14 hours ago
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ponchopeligroso:

every single person you know has something in their life and past that is probably worth collapsing to the ground in an uncontrollably sobbing heap over, so be nice to each other and tell good jokes

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20 hours ago
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I do all the things you used to hate. I dye my hair colors that make the church ladies stare. I go to bed without dinner and subside entirely on air. I make tea and pour cream in after. I give up reading. I give up The Beatles. I never eat another plate of scrambled eggs. I shape myself into someone you would dislike. My speech sharpens. My teeth turn to fangs. I let go of the softness that drew you to me. My fingernails itch to become claws and I don’t fight it. This is what it takes to survive. I let people into my bed that I would have walked right past with you. He is sad-eyed and needs my flimsy paper wrists to support him. I pour every late night with you into him, until he says, ‘I love you, I love you’ and I say, ‘Shh, you’ll ruin the fun.’ I do what it takes to forget you, and at the end, have more bruises than the ones I started with, but I can finally look at a sunset and not feel anything at all.
I Practice Death To Forget You | Lora Mathis  (via soggypoetry)

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1 day ago
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One day, whether you
are 14,
28 
or 65

you will stumble upon
someone who will start
a fire in you that cannot die.

However, the saddest,
most awful truth
you will ever come to find––

is they are not always
with whom we spend our lives.