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((magic and dreams and good maddness))
lil buddies!!! so proud!!

lil buddies!!! so proud!!

Confidence is being able to say “Fuck you, I’m the shit” without opening your mouth, say it with your walk, with your smile, say it with your entire being.

—Tati-Ana Mercedes (via survivalistinstinct)

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IT DOESN’T GET MUCH BETTER.

The French called this time of day “l’heure bleue.” To the English it was “the gloaming.” The very word “gloaming” reverberates, echoes—the gloaming, the glimmer, the glitter, the glisten, the glamour—carrying in its consonants the images of houses shuttering, gardens darkening, grass-lined rivers slipping through the shadows. During the blue nights you think the end of day will never come. As the blue nights draw to a close (and they will, and they do) you experience an actual chill, an apprehension of illness, at the moment you first notice: the blue light is going, the days are already shortening, the summer is gone.

—Joan Didion, Blue Nights (via alighthouseofwords)

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Sometimes, carrying on, just carrying on, is the superhuman achievement.

—Albert Camus, The Fall  (via larmoyante)

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