Rachel

Free your soul. Free your mind. Free yourself.

I’m in love with people’s hands and the way they clench their fists and the way their fingertips lightly press down onto piano keys or thighs. Calloused fingers or dainty fingers. Hands writing poems or memos or parking tickets. Hands writing futures. To me, every crease on the palm is a love line.

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Dear listeners, here is a list of things: emotions you don’t understand upon viewing a sunset, lost pets found, lost pets unfound, a secret lost pet city on the moon. Trees that see. Restaurants that hear. A void that thinks. A face half-seen just before falling asleep. Trembling hands reaching for desperately needed items. Sandwiches! Silence when there should be noise. Noise when there should be silence. Nothing when you want something. Something, when you thought there was nothing. Clear plastic binder sheets. Scented dryer sheets. Rain coming down in sheets. Night. Rest. Sleep. End.

Welcome to Night Vale

Episode 2 - The Glow Cloud

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I, too, remember the feeling. You are caught between all that was and all that must be. You feel lost.

—Haruki Murakami, Hard-Boiled Wonderland and the End of The World  (via whyallcaps)

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Once in a while it really hits people that they don’t have to experience the world in the way they have been told to.

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We’re all sinking in the same boat here. We’re all bored and desperate and waiting for something to happen. Waiting for life to get better. Waiting for things to change. Waiting for that one person to finally notice us. We’re all waiting. But we also need to realize that we all have the power to make those changes for ourselves.

—Susane Colasanti, Waiting for You  (via barbieandken)

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I want to find someone who finds the same things as me, beautiful. I want to find someone who finds things beautiful, that I do not. I want them to open my eyes and I want to open theirs. I want to share things with them and I want them to share things with me. I want them to show me things I would never have done and I want to do the same for them. I want someone who makes me a better person everyday and I want to have the opportunity to grow with that person. Because isn’t that the point? To have someone that makes life achingly exciting and makes you want to live for a thousand more years? We’re fed so much negativity. I want to find someone who shows me life is beautiful and ugly and that it’s something worth sharing.