Forever Remembering Time

I'm 22, female. I like to write and reflect. I don't know where I'm going, I just know that I am on my way.


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“ Some people are born to make great art and others are born to appreciate it. Don’t you think? It is a kind of talent in itself, to be an audience, whether you are the spectator in the gallery or you are listening to the voice of the world’s greatest soprano. Not everyone can be the artist. There have to be those who witness the art, who love and appreciate what they have been privileged to see. Ann Patchett, Bel Canto (via selfinspiration)

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“ You, as an artist, have the greatest responsibility of all. You are charged with trying to make people feel, in a world that tells them not to. You are tasked with speaking soft words, painting, playing, filming, writing moments of such magnitude and beauty that people rediscover their hearts one more (last) time. You are here to give meaning to the few decades we spend here. That is the reason you were sent to Earth. I Wrote This for You (via selfinspiration)

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selfinspiration: page seventy six (by nocterne)

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page seventy six (by nocterne)


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chicagohistorymuseum: View of the Chicago skyline from Lake Michigan, undated.  Photograph from Hedrich-Blessing. Want a copy of this photo? > Visit our Rights and Reproductions Department and give them this number: HB-SN825-N.

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View of the Chicago skyline from Lake Michigan, undated.  Photograph from Hedrich-Blessing.

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likeloveadore: It scares me how much I relate to Susanna Kaysen.

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It scares me how much I relate to Susanna Kaysen.

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“ I want a soul mate who can sit me down, shut me up, tell me ten things I don’t already know, and make me laugh. I don’t care what you look like, just turn me on. And if you can do that, I will follow you on bloody stumps through the snow. I will nibble your mukluks with my own teeth. I will do your windows. I will care about your feelings. Just have something in there. Henry Rollins (via selfinspiration)

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The Source of Feelings

Sometimes it feels
as though my heart could stop
Drop and fall to my feet
To be kicked and beat.
I think I was built to hurt;
It feels as though the pain
Is multiplied a thousand times
Flowing into my rhymes,
Every inch, every chill,
Every tear I feel ill.
Strikes the center of my body,
One million heart attacks
My emotional management lacks.
Sometimes it’s as though my heart
Could live a thousand lives
Before anything could make
The feeling of knives subside
Into a nonexistent place.
The point of telling anybody
Would be lost the second
That it slips my lips..
The source of feelings-