This Is the Real Me

I decided to start this blog because too many people I know personally started following my original blog and I started to feel a little bit restricted. I found myself wishing I could say what was in my head or my heart without worrying about who read it. So this blog will stay anonymous. I will not give out any information about my identity, but you will know me better than anyone else. It's here that I will be able to put my thoughts and feelings into words without any reservations. This is the real me.

When things fall apart, consider the possibility that life knocked it down on purpose. Not to bully you, or to punish you, but to prompt you to build something that better suits your personality and your purpose. Sometimes things fall apart so better things can fall together.
— The Road Less Traveled  (via artistsuffer)

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Fall in love when you are ready, not when you’re lonely.
— Simon Nessman (via tat-art)

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I want to feel my life. I want to stop agreeing to things I don’t really want.
— Living Out Loud, 1998 (via kari-shma)

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One day, you’re 17 and you’re planning for someday. And then quietly, without you ever really noticing, someday is today. And then someday is yesterday. And this is your life.
— John Green (via hardcore)

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Sometimes you’re 23 and standing in the kitchen of your house making breakfast and brewing coffee and listening to music that for some reason is really getting to your heart. You’re just standing there thinking about going to work and picking up your dry cleaning. And also more exciting things like books you’re reading and trips you plan on taking and relationships that are springing into existence. Or fading from your memory, which is far less exciting. And suddenly you just don’t feel at home in your skin or in your house and you just want home but “Mom’s” probably wouldn’t feel like home anymore either. There used to be the comfort of a number in your phone and ears that listened everyday and arms that were never for anyone else. But just to calm you down when you started feeling trapped in a five-minute period where nostalgia is too much and thoughts of this person you are feel foreign. When you realize that you’ll never be this young again but this is the first time you’ve ever been this old. When you can’t remember how you got from sixteen to here and all the same feel like sixteen is just as much of a stranger to you now. The song is over. The coffee’s done. You’re going to breathe in and out. You’re going to be fine in about five minutes.
— The Winter of the Air (via freecocaine)

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