I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me.
I cannot even explain it to myself. Franz Kafka  (via edormio)

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soup that tastes great is souper

may i interest you in a bowl of canned u not

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Why do you live in your body like you will be given another? As if it were temporary. You starve it, you let anyone touch it, you berate it. Tell it that it should be completely different. You tug at your soft flesh, wish it thinner, wish it gone. You fall in love with those who praise the way it sighs under their hands, but who praises the way it holds up your weight, even when you are falling apart? Warsan Shire (via oddi-tea)

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