Free your soul. Free your mind. Free yourself.

My only regret is that
I didn’t tell enough people
to fuck off.

—My 92 year old grandma (via expeditum)

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You remember too much,

my mother said to me recently.

Why hold onto all that?

And I said,

Where do I put it down?

—Anne Carson, from “The Glass Essay” (via kolibriaurinko)

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Eventually, everything connects. I’m a firm believer in fate. It’s a big world we live in, and we pass by thousands of people in our lifetime who we never get the chance to meet. But the ones we do happen to lock eyes or share a handshake with, all add a little something to the puzzle. For some it may be only a small piece, and some might end up completing it.

It could take a while for the full picture to reveal itself, but eventually, everything comes to light, and everything works out just the way it’s supposed to.

We do in many ways complete each other, which is - you can’t say that about a lot of people. It comes at a price, but when it happens, it’s just purer than anything else.

—Carl Barât on Peter Doherty - There Are No Innocent Bystanders (2011)

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The whole culture is telling you to hurry, while the art tells you to take your time. Always listen to the art.

—Junot Diaz (via sunflower-mama)

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We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospect.

Anaïs Nin (via feellng)

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