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Gardner Museum.
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“Please know there are much better things in life than being lonely or liked or bitter or mean or self-conscious. We are all full of shit. Go love someone just because; I know your heart may be badly bruised, or even the victim of numerous knifings, but it will always heal, even if you don’t want it to; it keeps going. There are the most fantastic, beautiful things and people out there, I promise. It is up to you to find them.” — Chuck Palahniuk (via yasodhara)
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KTZ FALL 2013
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I fucking hate myself sometimes
I’m usually the one screaming “be comfortable in your own skin”
But I don’t know anything about myself anymore
I feel like all the shit I summed myself up to be was all temporary relief from the ugly truth that my life goals, my personality, my “philosophy” on life and the relationship I have with people will always be short lived. deep down inside that said same lack of faith people have for me I have as well. I try not to leave things unfinished and make it work telling myself I’m an alright person and everything will be alright. But nothing’s ever alright. I’m secretly always pissed. I’m always angry. I just smile a lot to keep myself from stoping. But I’m so angry it hurts. Its like a knot in my ribs being twisted really slowly by a playful child. I can’t even be angry with anyone but myself
I really fucking hate myself
I hate what I’ve let happen to my life