But I also knew that one day, I would grow up. One day, I would be twenty, or thirty, or forty, even fifty and sixty and seventy and eighty and maybe even one hundred years old. And all those years were mine, they belonged to nobody but me. So even if I was unhappy now, it could all change tomorrow. Maybe I didn’t even need to jump off the cliff to experience that kind of freedom. Maybe the fact that I knew such a freedom existed in the world meant that I could someday find it.
 Augusten Burroughs, A Wolf at the Table (p. 177)

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Rest not! Life is sweeping by; go and dare before you die. Something mighty and sublime, leave behind to conquer time.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe (Via hyperb0rean )
And remember, you shall suffer all things and again suffer: until you have sufficient sufferance to accept all things.
Austin Osman Spare (via sadseas)

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I’ve found that growing up means being honest. About what I want. What I need. What I feel. Who I am.
Epiphany. (via psych-facts)
Love doesn’t just sit there, like a stone, it has to be made, like bread; remade all the time, made new.
Ursula K. Le Guin  (via thatkindofwoman)

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One cannot escape from oneself; that is why one should dare to let oneself go ever further in one’s own personality.
Friedrich Nietzsche, from Selected Letters  (via ablogwithaview)

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Clouds by Frederic Edwin Church part II.

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