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“When I look at my life and its secret colours, I feel like bursting into tears.”

— Albert Camus, A Happy Death (via coral)

Naomi Campbell, Vogue, Photo by Peter Lindbergh, June 1990.

“I’m in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we’re all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we’ll ever have, and I am in love with you.”

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John Green, 

The Fault in Our Stars (via coral)

Person: hey, how are you?

Me: I’m okay, wbu?

Me internally: I’m not really okay. In fact I’m the farthest thing from okay. But I don’t want to say that I’m not okay bc then it’s going to be awkward. You’re going to question me and ask me what’s wrong and I’m not going to be able to tell you bc I don’t know what’s wrong. I feel this internal pain 24/7 and I can’t seem to find the source of it no matter what I do. When I’m not feeling numb I’m feeling like a nervous wreck and sometimes I rather kill my self on the spot then think about going out into public, being around people, or even being alone. And I can’t tell you I don’t know what’s wrong because that just sounds so stupid and like I can’t guess and say what’s wrong bc then if I do we end up having a pointless conversation of you trying to comfort me. Then not only do I have to hide my anxiety and depression while talking to you, but now I have to hide my anger that I have for no reason. So yes, I think it’s best if we just say we’re okay and hope for the best.

“To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable.”

— C.S. Lewis, The Four Loves

by Noah Sammak