Quote 26 Sep
— Don’t let the opinions of the AVERAGE man sway you. Dream, and he thinks you’re crazy. Succeed, and he thinks you’re lucky. Acquire wealth, and he thinks you’re greedy. Pay no attention. He simply doesn’t understand.
Quote 20 Mar
It’s like I was drowning and you saved me. It’s all I know.
— Dr. Derek Shepherd- Grey’s Anatomy
Quote 16 Mar
Fire, water, and government know nothing of mercy.
— Albanian proverb
Quote 26 Feb 4 notes
Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness that most frightens us.
— Our Deepest Fear- Marianne Williamson
Text 5 Feb 1 note inspiration in dialect



all of this endless, circling noise and weighty doubt



push and try and see what comes of even the smallest effort



be more than even you imagine, even more than you believe possible



it was given to you to use

it was given to you

Text 31 Jan slowly

I relax my hand and open my fingers and the little bits of you that I’d held on to so tight wisped away like smoke.

Quote 31 Jan 1 note
They’re simple girls. They just wanna find the guy and get married, you know? Live. I don’t know, I think you’re either born simple or you’re born… me
— Dr. Cristina Yang, Grey’s Anatomy.
Text 29 Jan 158,683 notes word!


The problem with school is that it’s forced. 

I’m thirsty for knowledge when I have the freedom to seek it myself.

Quote 26 Jan
The impossible remains the impossible until it’s done.
Text 24 Jan -untitled-

The slap brought with it all the force of the wind between father’s palm and her face- all the power of his hate, and his explicit desire to make sure the lesson sunk in.

She reeled backward, falling to the wooden floor with a thud.

Caught up in the momentum of the hit she rolled onto her back before she came to a halt. Every nerve on the left side of her face screamed in violent protest and her ears rung with the cannoning effect of the thunder clap of flesh on flesh.

"Don’t Trust, never trust." He was on top of her before her eyes could regain focus. His accusing finger at her nose daring her defiant tears to break their ranks.

She’d get it for sure if any water sprung loose from her eyes. But at five years old, her heart didn’t always heed the warning of the head. She knew what happened if she cried, if she whined, if she slipped for even a moment and wondered why she wasn’t allowed to just feel what she felt.

She tasted the blood that pooled from the broken skin of her inner cheek and she swallowed it quickly. She felt only a mild discomfort for the taste. Father always told them to get used to the taste and smell and color of blood- even their own. ‘In the time of revolution, rivers of blood will be all around you. Never forget your objectives. Blood is your reward.’

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