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Currently reading : Fairytales by Hans Christian Anderson
Just finished : The Book Thief by Markus Zusak
A little review : Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. Lovely. Amazing. Wonderful. Wow.
(m.w)
My name is Maria, I like poetry, music, cats, flowers, beautiful people and pizza.

how do you explain to someone that you cannot let a rhythm go? that you cannot relax, or not move with the beat? How do you explain to someone that those fucking 30 seconds on stage are the only chance you have at dancing your own style, which you created specifically to fit yourself, for another year? How do people not go mad from feeling like they’re trapped into only one or another style of dancing, even though you found an inbetween? Even though you prefer one style more than the other?

How do people stand doing solos and dancing on their own for a show? Exhilarating, but so disappointing that afterwards you can’t turn towards other people and grin in relief that it turned out as well as it did. How do people stand doing solos when coming off stage means hundreds of congratulations you aren’t sure if sincere or rather because you’re a lone person who created something altogether too weird and horrible and they simply pity you? 

i just had such a wtf night i swear to god

never fucking again, im sorry

we all stick together or im never going out with you and drinking with you cause i s2g

If I had learned anything by hanging out with her and her friends, it was that once you got up close to people, you realized that everyone - no matter how popular he or she might be - was just a living, breathing human being…
Robin Palmer, Geek Charming (via quotes-shape-us)

chocolate icecream and say yes to the dress

can someone just spoon me

A skeleton with translucent skin stretched tight and high over her cheekbones sits at my kitchen table and asks for a coffee with a cigarette dangling between her blackened fingers. Her teeth are more yellow than I’ve ever seen them.
This mess of hollowed out bones curves outward where she does not sit up straight. Her hair is a tangled sweaty mess, her fringe lying limp on her forehead to be pushed impatiently out of her eyes. Her voice sounds like a dying breath. We sit at my kitchen table, the white tile floor glaring at our faces as we look down at the floor as if there are topics of conversation written on it. The loud silence fills up the room and every corner one may hide in to get away from it. We meet each other’s eyes and look away.
I have never seen eyes so dead.
I really really hope I don’t have to watch you die. (m.w)

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i just want to curl up in a ball and hide from everything

i haven’t seen my friends in AGES

no ones bothered to go anywhere lately

It’s hard to care and feel sorry for things you did in the past when you can tell the people you did it to are flinging it in your face to get the satisfaction of your pain, not really because they care about showing you that you’ve hurt them.
You’ve always over-estimated how nice I am, nice people have their limits and you can go fuck yourself. What did you think, that I can’t live without you? (m.w)
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collaboration with van gogh #6

deeplystained:

collaboration with van gogh #6

i am in such a black mood this morning and only my dog and cat have noticed so far

can you

for fucking once

take something i say

seriously

instead of making a joke

YOU’RE SUCH A PALE GHOST OF A VERSION OF WHO YOU USED TO BE AND I FUCKING MISS YOU SO MUCH AND I CAN’t BELIEVE I REALISED JUST NOW AND YOU HAVEN’T AT ALL

COME BACK PLEASE

I WANT THE FRIEND I COULD TELL ANYTHING TO AND NOW ALL I GET IS SILENCE MOST OF THE TIME I SAY SOMETHING SERIOUS

you used to be so proud of me

so happy when im happy

now it’s like we’ve disconnected minds completely

i miss you

S