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I’m not sure what I’ll do, but— well, I want to go places and see people. I want my mind to grow. I want to live where things happen on a big scale.

F. Scott Fitzgerald (via psych-facts)

You sleep coiled; tightly wound. Hands are fists beneath pillows, clenched above cotton sheets. You are at war, even in your dreams.

Rest Achilles, the world will wait | p.d (via p.d vulpe)

she’s been writing for minutes now :/

my mom likes to tell me “you have to pick your battles” well im full of rage and im picking all of them

Chaotic Good brother.