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scaredy cat

"There should be no boundaries to human endeavor. However bad life may seem, while there is life, there is hope." - The Theory of Everything (2014)

(Source: mashamorevna, via perkamentus)

Please. I need a good day.

piratequaintrelle:

Journals | Kurt Cobain

"Art that has long-lasting value cannot be appreciated by majorities. Only the same,small percent will value arts as they always have. This is good. The ones who are unaware do not deserve false suggestions in their purchasing duties.

If you’re a sexist,racist,homophobe or basically an arsehole. I don’t care if you like me,I hate you.”

*..shame. Some people who label him as their “hero” are everything Kurt despise.

1hey:

it hurt when I stumbled across her. 
she was like broken glass all along the floor. 
but it was beautiful and my curiosity got the best of me. 
I remember looking at her and all I could see was pain. 
she had this insane look of desperation; you could almost feel it.
and yet her eyes were still hollow; like the life had been sucked out of her. 
I wanted to pick up her pieces. 
I wanted to put her back together.
and so I tried. I really did.
I got a little cut along the way. 
the more I tried to fix her the more fragile I became myself but I didn’t care. 
I wanted to see her happy. 
every time I made her laugh I thought about how I wanted to make her laugh forever. 
she was getting better. 
eventually she was put together enough to get up and walk away. 
but she didn’t take me with her. 
and I’ve been stuck sitting here where I first found her.
wondering if the pieces left on the floor are hers or mine.
I should probably get the fuck up.

1hey:

it hurt when I stumbled across her.
she was like broken glass all along the floor.
but it was beautiful and my curiosity got the best of me.
I remember looking at her and all I could see was pain.
she had this insane look of desperation; you could almost feel it.
and yet her eyes were still hollow; like the life had been sucked out of her.
I wanted to pick up her pieces.
I wanted to put her back together.
and so I tried. I really did.
I got a little cut along the way.
the more I tried to fix her the more fragile I became myself but I didn’t care.
I wanted to see her happy.
every time I made her laugh I thought about how I wanted to make her laugh forever.
she was getting better.
eventually she was put together enough to get up and walk away.
but she didn’t take me with her.
and I’ve been stuck sitting here where I first found her.
wondering if the pieces left on the floor are hers or mine.
I should probably get the fuck up.

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