When Irish Eyes are Smiling

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Nobody likes you when you’re 23…

So today is my birthday and it feels very weird…I don’t know exactly how to feel about this next stage in life. I feel like I need to be so many different things all at once but there are so many uncertainties I have to figure out. Definitely need to do some soul searching and think about what I want to do in life so I can figure out what’s next.

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Home is in my hair, my lips, my arms, my thighs, my feet and my hands. I am my own home. And when I wake up crying in the morning, thinking of how lonely I am, I pinch my skin, tug at my hair, remind myself that I am alive. Remind myself to step outside and greet the morning. Remind myself that it’s all about forward motion. It’s all about change. It’s all about that elusive state.
Freedom.
Diriye Osman, Fairytales for Lost Children (via petrichour)

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The most extraordinary thing about writing is that when you’ve struck the right vein, tiredness goes. It must be an effort, thinking wrong. At 5 to one, after a sterile bitter morning, the vein flows. I think now I see to the end.
Virginia Woolf, diary entry dated January 28th, 1936 (via englishmajorinrepair)