Absurd Angst

Raquel. 23. Imbalanced.
I attach myself too easily, feel a little too deeply, think either too much or not at all, and I lie to myself far too often.
~ Saturday, July 12 ~
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I do not desire mediocre love. I want to drown in someone.
shydeiac  (via saintofsass)

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~ Thursday, June 26 ~
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aseaofquotes:

Libba Bray, The Sweet Far Thing

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Libba Bray, The Sweet Far Thing


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~ Sunday, June 22 ~
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We’re adults, but, like…adult cats. Someone should probably take care of us, but we can sort of make it on our own.
— my roommate, on the question “are we adults” (via iamnamelessgem)

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~ Monday, June 9 ~
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misbeliever:

Lana Del Rey - West Coast

misbeliever:

Lana Del Rey - West Coast

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"I wish I had done everything on earth with you"

"I wish I had done everything on earth with you"

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jnue:

kinda want a boyfriend kinda wanna hook up with a boy kinda wanna never talk to any boys ever


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partyysong:

Lithium

partyysong:

Lithium

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~ Sunday, June 8 ~
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Love, I thought to myself abstractedly. Not ‘This is love’ or ‘Is this love?’ Not a sentence, not a certainty, not a thought with moving parts or direction. Just love, all of it, as it is. Whether it’s enough or not. Wthether it’s real or we’re making it up. However shoddy it gets, or bent out of shape. It’s still extraordinary. However foolish, however vain. However badly it ends. Love.
— Julian Gough, Juno & Juliet (via observando)

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