why is it always the woman who has to see past the beast in the man? why does she always have to clean his wounds, even after he has damaged her beyond repair? why is it always the man who is worthy of forgiveness for being a monster?
I want to see the beast in the beauty.
the half smile, half snarl. the unapologetic anger. I would like to see the man forgive the monster. to see her, blood and all, and love her anyway.
━ beauty and the beast | Caitlyn S.  (via bluegirls)

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reasons i tend to not talk

  • people always interrupt me to tell another story because apparently my story isn’t good enough for their ears
  • i sound like an idiot who just learned to talk two hours ago
  • people seem disinterested in what i’m saying
  • i hate my voice
  • i have something really mean to say
  • i hate you
  • i repeat because this happens a lot: people interrupt me and never let me finish and i feel really shitty about myself because no one seems to want to listen to me

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“Haunted Spooks” (1920)


Here’s my take on love: you can never be so sure about it. It’s like when you’re blowdrying your hair and you think you hear the phone ring and the second you turn that blowdryer off, the phone stops. And you’re standing there, wondering if someone really called, or if it’s all in your head.

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“I used to think I was the strangest person in the world but then I thought there are so many people in the world, there must be someone just like me who feels bizarre and flawed in the same ways I do. I would imagine her, and imagine that she must be out there thinking of me too. Well, I hope that if you are out there and read this and know that, yes, it’s true I’m here, and I’m just as strange as you.”
I kissed him passionately, I even wanted to bruise him, so that he would not be able to forget me.
Françoise Sagan, Bonjour Tristesse (via bebemoon)

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