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lady killer.

“If you look at the fact that you have a roof over your head, food to eat, that you are young and beautiful and live in a peaceful land, then no, you have nothing to be sad about. But the fact is, we are not only a physical body, we have souls too, and sometimes our souls get sick. If you break a leg you don’t just say ‘I have no reason to have a broken leg’ and ignore it; you seek help. It’s the same when your soul gets hurt. Don’t apologize for being sad.”

My doctor when I told her I had no reason to be sad (via hrive-ithiliel)

maritsa-met:

Grown men who check out teenage girls make me physically ill.

This warmth over the telephone. Is it possible for home to be a person and not a place? Bridgette used to be home to me. Maybe St. Clair is my new home. I mull this over as our voices grow tired and we stop talking. We just keep each other company. My breath. His breath. My breath. His breath. I could never tell him, but it’s true. This is home. The two of us. Anna and the French Kiss

teresaagnies:

“Where am I?”
“Nowhere g o o d.” 

lunchboxgod:

i speak four languages and they’re called horny sad hungry and annoying