Life Flows On

What's happening in the brain of a seventeen year old? Apparently it's something like this.
I assume that no one else, but me, reads this tumblr.
I do this for me just for the fun of it, and I like it like that.
DFTBA
(Ps. I don't own anything. And all the photos are clickable.)
~ Monday, December 7 ~
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~ Sunday, December 6 ~
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Become the man you want to marry
— Gloria Steinem

~ Friday, November 20 ~
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~ Sunday, November 8 ~
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~ Friday, October 23 ~
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Funny ‘cus it’s true!

Funny ‘cus it’s true!


~ Friday, October 9 ~
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~ Thursday, October 8 ~
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What I am looking for is not out there, it is in me.
— Helen Keller (via littlemiss)

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A person who has not been completely alienated, who has remained sensitive and able to feel, who has not lost the sense of dignity, who is not yet “for sale”, who can still suffer over the suffering of others, who has not acquired fully the having mode of existence - briefly, a person who has remained a person and not become a thing - cannot help feeling lonely, powerless, isolated in present-day society. He cannot help doubting himself and his own convictions, if not his sanity. He cannot help suffering, even though he can experience moments of joy and clarity that are absent in the life of his “normal” contemporaries.

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People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that’s bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they’re afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they’re wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It’s all in how you carry it. That’s what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you’re letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain.
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