I´m Katherine, I´m 19 and blessed, I´m from Slovakia. I love books, tea, good music and rainy days. : )
The time is tickin' away


I want everyone to reblog this. I know no one will, because this isn’t a picture of a skinny girl or a deep meaningful quote. This is deeper than everything, how can someone ignore what’s happening in Gaza at the moment. This is one example of many innocent lives being threatened for no reason. This breaks my heart.

what is this?????? I can’t even kill a bug without feeling bad

You have to understand this. You have to sit on this. You have to lie with this at night. The person you love isn’t a character in a book. Nor are they a person that comes with predetermined qualities. They are continually changing and growing. And most importantly they can only love you like they know how to love. If that means flowers just because or random car drives at 2am to talk. That is what it will be. They will not become the lover you want but will only be what they know. You can compromise and learn each other at best. But at the end of the day you can’t turn a painter into a writer. 


…and you will somehow get through
the slow days and the busy days and the dull days
and the hateful days and the rare days,
all both so delightful and so disappointing because
we are all so alike and so different.

— Charles Bukowski, from “Gamblers All”

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fucking holy shit 


wear your armor

whether it’s makeup, a band tshirt, your fandom pins, tattoos, jewelry, your favorite ripped pair of jeans, or something no one else can touch or see like your favorite song repeating like a mantra in your head, the sound of your own heartbeat, or the knowledge that you were brave enough to get out of bed today when everything else inside you said “no”

wear your armor and kick ass

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"I was born with an enormous need for affection, and a terrible need to give it."Audrey Hepburn (via minuty)

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