I’m not where I need to be, but thank god I’m not where I used to be.

Unknown  (via bodv)

(via m-mdmazing)

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I felt very still and very empty, the way the eye of a tornado must feel, moving dully along in the middle of the surrounding hullabaloo.

Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar. (via crustypants)

(via decidement)

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