when we were young

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“The way sadness works is one of the strange riddles of the world. If you are stricken with a great sadness, you may feel as if you have been set aflame, not only because of the enormous pain, but also because your sadness may spread over your life, like smoke from an enormous fire. You might find it difficult to see anything but your own sadness, the way smoke can cover a landscape so that all anyone can see is black. You may find that if someone pours water all over you, you are damp and distracted, but not cured of your sadness, the way a fire department can douse a fire but never recover what has been burnt down.” —Lemony Snicket (via bloodisthenewblackk)

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“I don’t want people to matter to me too much. Sometimes it hurts too much to think about them. Ones you love who don’t love you, ones who are dead or hate you, ones who you think about but never get to be with. I like people but when I get too close, it fucks me up and I can’t get things done.” —Henry Rollins (via bloodisthenewblackk)

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“From the moment we are born, the world tends to have a container already built for us to fit inside: a social security number, a gender, a race, a profession,” says Bradley. “I ponder if we are more defined by the container we are in than what we are inside. Would we recognize ourselves if we could expand beyond our bodies?”

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It’s been a good while since I found myself in a place of jaw-dropping beauty. Snoqualmie pass connects the East side of the state to the West, twisting and tunneling through the Cascades. In the mountains I feel the most at home. Traveling to the ocean is a vacation, but traveling to the mountains is a homecoming, my bones settle back down into their proper places and the air is easier to breathe. This is a cobbling together of moments from this weekend, spent in a condo of a friend tucked into a quiet corner of the most exquisite earth.

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“No matter how careful you are, there’s going to be the sense you missed something, the collapsed feeling under your skin that you didn’t experience it all. There’s that fallen heart feeling that you rushed right through the moments where you should’ve been paying attention.
Well, get used to that feeling. That’s how your whole life will feel some day.
This is all practice.” —Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters (via platea)

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gwanana asked: You ready for some change?

I think I might be.

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this reminds me of when my family used to go on trips to see my grandparents in Alabama, and my dad was so set on getting there in one day and not having to stay in a hotel that we would leave at like 4:30 in the morning to get there at 11 or 12 the same night, and so we would leave when it was dark outside, and it was so cold that my brother and I would bring blankets and pillows to try and sleep in the car, even though it never really helped and we usually ended up watching the sun rise through sleepy eyes and frosty windows, and the one thing I remember most was how my pillow always felt so cold and fresh because it was up against the car window, but at the same time somehow it made that home smell just radiate from the fabric so I never took my face off the pillow, so matter how uncomfortable sleeping in the car was.

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