Mosaic

I speak like I think; fast and incomplete. These are only part of me. My truths, thrown together in careful carelesness. Welcome to my page!

With every broken bone, I swear I’ve lived.

Journal ramblings

Gravity keeps getting a hold of me.

My thoughts

I’d like to take a trip back to the time I didn’t give a damn. Maybe then, I’d stop walking past mirrors looking for your approval. These days, I barely see myself anymore.

Following dreams

I’ve taken a dangerous step forward and it’s too late to go back. I’m committed to seeing this through, no mater what.

Reblog if it’s okay to befriend you, ask questions, ask for advice or just have a nice chat.

(via tisdalepk)

Mine too

Mine too

(Source: i-slandofmisfittoys, via ab-ic)

accidentsandhappenstance:

Time isn’t what you need, it’s discipline.

Yea. Lots of it.

(via forgotten-heroines)

http://newbeatnik.tumblr.com/post/85669964277/my-friend-today-asked-me-your-degree-isnt-it-a

newbeatnik:

My friend today asked me; “your degree,
isn’t it a bit redundant?” Ignoring the not-so-subtle
undercurrent of judgement, I mumbled
"It isn’t, though." Not exactly the
elegant reply I was hoping to muster, but sometimes
our certainty must waver, our ideas must stumble,
even the toughest metal…

“If I don’t write to empty my mind, I go mad.”

—   Lord Byron (via maxkirin)

(via profoundmercenary-deactivated20)

“For what it’s worth: it’s never too late to be whoever you want to be. I hope you live a life you’re proud of, and if you find you’re not, I hope you have the strength to start over again.”

—   F. Scott Fitzgerald (via alittlesummer)

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Short #8

We are marked by what we know,
Haunted by what we fear,
And forever running away from each other.