I suffered. I learned. I changed.



In my dreams, I'm the perfect friend, the perfect companion, the perfect person; what your mother told you to look for. Yet, I'm one overlooked, misunderstood, yet to be discovered, and still discovering. In reality, I'm just a bittersweet prodigy; a simple, while complex paradox to the imagination.

College student. Cancer. I walk with Christ. New York is home. Reside in Cali, school in the South. No one really knows me, I don't even know myself. I'm just Marie.

@iOreobot.



I like art, and by art I mean music, poetry, sex, paintings, the human body, literature… All of this is art to me.
― Hunter Reveur  (via shessofuckedinthehead)

(Source: atomiclanterns)

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solitudeandnirvana:

I’m sorry
i contradict
myself 
too much

I’m confusing
myself
as much as
i’m confusing
you

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kiss-meyou-fool: fashionl0ve: xx x
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betweenlegs:

Once I get sick of you, I will:
1. Hate you secretly
2. Ignore you more and more slowly
3. Eventually just ignore you forever

unfortunately.

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someonecalledmefamous:

mu5icliz:

germansam:

tokyosluts:

Sleeping is nice because youre not actually dead and youre not awake so its a win-win situation

It’s like being dead without the commitment.

an open relationship with death

death with benefits
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No matter how busy you may think you are, you must find time for reading, or surrender yourself to self-chosen ignorance.
― Confucius (via nesssta)
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