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First night in a new place. I’m kind of nervous but also I feel like I’m meant to be here.

she was special and unique because unlike other girls she read a book and drank a tea and didnt talk about a clothes

young adult authors everywhere 

#she wasn’t pretty like the other girls but she was skinny and white and conventionally attractive 

#she was also hetero and she liked to look at the stars at night

#she was clumsy and awkward but not in a determental way only a cute way#she didn’t like to talk to other girls bc they liked frivolous things that she was above

#And she was an old soul who raised herself, also her eyes were deep pools

#And she didn’t wear makeup but it was okay because she had flawless skin anyway

#She wasn’t perfect, but she was perfect

(via theblackship)

(via shitnipples)

The years between eighteen and twenty-eight are the hardest, psychologically. It’s then you realize this is make or break, you no longer have the excuse of youth, and it is time to become an adult – but you are not ready.

(via unstable-skies)

Fuck. I just turned 28 a couple weeks ago. I think I’m just starting to experience this. Better late than never, I suppose.

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(via juiciercouture)

I actually went for a walk late last night and it occurred to me that I could just keep walking. My feet could carry me forever in the opposite direction and I could never look back. It’s not about just wanting to be independent, but wanting a better life that is free from the chaos I’ve always known. I’m not sure if things have gotten worse or if I have had enough of the shit.

Maybe I need to look for a full time job and make a plan.