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!

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verrloren:

PLEASE reblog or like this because I’d like to follow you.

I run a blog called verrloren-reblogs where I reblog (mostly) original work. It’s growing rather fast and I’d love to find writers to reblog and queue because class starts again in two weeks.

Thank you in advance!

support, please :)

I post original work all the time. Check out my page.

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What qualifies your existence?

If people stop looking at you, do you cease to exist? Does it mean you’re not a person anymore? Does it mean you’re already dead?

“You never realize what loneliness is until it creeps up on you - like a disease, it is, something that happens to you gradually. And of course the alcohol doesn’t help: you drink it to forget about how shitty it is living like that, and then when you stop drinking everything looks a hell of a lot worse. So you keep drinking to blot it all out.”

“I do what I have to do, I do it well, I do it slightly better than anyone else, and they leave me alone.”

—   Elizabeth Haynes, “Human Remains”
Yes.

Yes.

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“I drank him like wine, letting him spread through my veins like the first taste of alcohol.”

—   Elizabeth Haynes, (Human Remains)

“If you want to be a writer, you must do two things above all others: read a lot and write a lot.”

—   Stephen King (via maxkirin)

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Andrew Clements, The Janitor’s Boy

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Andrew Clements, The Janitor’s Boy

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“Pain is just a consequence of love.”

—   Ariana Grande “My Everything”

“when something so profoundly sad
renders you emotionless”

“The living being is only a species of the dead, and a very rare species at that.”

—   NIETZSCHE