out of my head.


I'm slowly picking up the pieces
And trying to be a better version of me.
The end.

And once the storm is over, you won’t remember how you made it through, how you managed to survive. You won’t even be sure, whether the storm is really over. But one thing is certain. When you come out of the storm, you won’t be the same person who walked in. That’s what this storm’s all about.

Haruki Murakami (via hqlines)

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The body shuts down when it has too much to bear; goes its own way quietly inside, waiting for a better time, leaving you numb and half alive.

Jeanette Winterson (via letteratura-litterature)

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Do not whine… Do not complain. Work harder. Spend more time alone.

Joan Didion, Blue Nights (via paintdeath)

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How much pain fits inside a person?

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The Universe sends us exactly what we are ready for at the exact time we need it in our lives.

Sending Light, Brooke  (via wolf-cub)

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Note to self: every time you were convinced you couldn’t go on, you did.


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