I am running away but I prefer to call it a strategic retreat.
Tennessee Williams, The Selected Letters: 1920-1945
When you’re just scrolling through gradients, trying to decide what to reblog merely based on the tumblrs & tags
“Nothing ever ends poetically. It ends and we turn it into poetry. All that blood was never once beautiful. It was just red.”— Kait Rokowski
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"If you have the courage to make it through a lonely night with nothing but your self destructive thoughts to keep you company, darling, you have the courage to make it through anything."
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