"The only way out of the labyrinth of suffering is to forgive."Green, John. Looking for Alaska. (via wordsnquotes)

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"After all this time, it still seems to me like straight and fast is the only way out - but I choose the labyrinth. The labyrinth blows, but I choose it."John Green, Looking for Alaska (via quotes-shape-us)

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"What is an “instant” death anyway? How long is an instant? Is it one second? Ten? The pain of those seconds must have been awful as her heart burst and her lungs collapsed and there was no air and no blood to her brain and only raw panic. What the hell is instant? Nothing is instant. Instant rice takes five minutes, instant pudding an hour. I doubt that an instant of blinding pain feels particularly instantaneous."John Green, Looking for Alaska (via hissarcastictongue)

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"And I love you, and I don’t know if I’ll ever really stop. No matter who I’m with it’s you that I think about. I’m not saying I’m unhappy without you, and I’m not saying I can’t live without you because I can, I would just much rather live with you next to me."I love you #1 (via spectacular-bliss)

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Depression doesn’t care if you’re on the football team and go to parties every weekend, nor does it care if you spend all your time at the library and have got one friend that rarely talks to you. The only thing depression cares about, is taking over your life. 
Anyways, I wrote this and you can look at my writing here (tumblr) or here (wordpress).

Growing up I always thought true love was red roses, dates on Saturday nights, little block box that held expensive things, and always knowing what to say. I thought true love was a kiss in the rain, deep explanations, and the perfect story. But now that I’m older I’ve realized it’s not like that at all.

See because true love for me is ugly snapchats, and peeing while you’re on the phone. True love is kissing at 6 AM despite the morning breath and singing at the top of your lungs. It’s saying all the wrong things, at all the wrong moments. It’s sarcasm and being honest even when it hurts. It’s late hours of the night when it’s been a long day and it’s no make up and bad hair. It’s tears from laughter, it’s tears from sadness and it’s nothing like any storybook you’ve ever read. It’s never running out of things to talk about, and it’s being comfortable in the silence of things. True love is watching The Titanic though you swore you never would. It’s getting mad over stupid things. It’s “you’re an idiot,” and “you’re a little shit” and knowing you’re so lucky to hear those every day. It’s spilling your feelings at 4 AM when you should be asleep. It’s that song you hear on the radio that always makes you smile. It’s the worst story you could imagine, but thank God it worked out anyways. True love is never losing the magic. True love is not leaving when things get hard.

I like my definition better anyways.

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"Sometimes I just wanna fuck, and sometimes I wanna be in love, and sometimes I wanna be alone.". (via curiovsly)

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