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.

blogsecret:

Why did i read over our old conversations? It only made me miss you more.

Red.

Losing you was blue like I’ve never known. Missing you was dark gray all alone. Forgetting you was like trying to know somebody you’ve never met. Loving you was red. 

In Greek, “nostalgia” literally means “the pain from an old wound”. It’s a twinge in your heart, far more powerful than memory alone. This device isn’t a spaceship, it’s a time machine. It goes backwards and forwards, it takes us to a place where we ache to go again.
— Don Draper   (via amputance)

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I think it’s very healthy to spend time alone. You need to know how to be alone and not be defined by another person.
— Oscar Wilde (via 13thmoon)

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Summer is over and
we part, like eyelids,
like clams opening.

Robert Hass, “Basho: A Departure”

(via the-final-sentence)

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Learn to be what you are, and learn to resign with a good grace all that you are not.
— Henri Frederic Amiel (via kari-shma)

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gissele-s:

the air’s consistency changes when you walk into a room, 

so i take deeper breaths. 

with every inhale, senses dissolve, 

and in the exhale, they manifest anew.

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