I hate no being other than mine.

My name is Maricia. I say sorry too often. I try to help, I care more than I should. My mind is fucked, and I'm unsure of what to do about it.

Have a great day, beauty. xx

I fall in love with everything. I also hate everything. It’s very hard to be a misanthrope and a romantic.

—Marilyn Manson (via larmoyante)

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Creative people are confident in only one thing: their own doubt. I think there’s a huge lack of self-confidence in a creative person because, by nature, the definition of a creative person is someone who is trying to make something new. They know, if they are professional creatives, that the likelihood of doing that—making something new and significant—is hugely unlikely, so they build within that city of doubt. From doubt, they get to iterate and work extremely hard, hoping to find something new; it’s all about hope. I’ve never met anyone who is good at what they do creatively and is super-confident. Maybe they pretend to be confident in front of their agent or the media, but I’ve never been confident in that way.

—A conversation with the inimitable John Maeda. Complement with Seth Godin on dancing with self-doubt and Anna Deavere Smith’s advice to artists on what self-esteem really means. (via letters-to-nobody)

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"I guess I could be pretty pissed off about what happened to me, but it’s hard to stay mad when there’s so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I’m seeing it all at once, and it’s too much my heart fills up like a balloon that’s about to burst, and then i remember to relax and to stop trying to hold onto it, and it flows through me like rain, and i can’t feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid little life."

American Beauty, dir. Sam Mendez (1999)

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I don’t care that you got into drugs for three months straight, or how much sleep you lost in that period. I don’t care that you went home and fucked that person and woke up at 6am hating everything about yourself, or that you smoked so much you sounded as though your lungs were giving out.

You’re not a bad person for the ways you tried to kill your sadness.

You’re just human, and being human means you need to survive and you do so whichever way you deem fit, fuck everyone else.

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oh my GOD i can’t wait to hear about how many kids are caught jackin it in the theaters for 50 shades

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