February 3rd, 2014
Again, the English language fails to have a word to describe the depths of sadness, how a heart can feel heavy, how a stomach can drop to your feet, or how missing someone can cripple you.

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I admire anybody who has the guts to write anything at all.
E.B. White

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i always think of you before i fall asleep 

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If I had a drink for every fuck I gave about you, I’d be intoxicated forever. I’d drink myself to death.

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February 2nd, 2014
My body wasn’t made to be loved on occasion.
it was made to be loved every night, with warm hands.
Everyday, with dedication, like the suns dedication to the earth.

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If they miss you, they’ll call. If they want you, they’ll say it. If they care, they’ll show it. And if not, they aren’t worth your time.

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February 1st, 2014
You can tell how dangerous a person is by the way they hold their anger inside themselves quietly.
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Pro Tip: Instead of having feelings, try being dead inside. Everything is still horrible but you will not care at all.

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January 31st, 2014
Climb the mountain so you can see the world, not so the world can see you.
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What college I want to go to. What career I want. What degree I want. You know what I fucking want? I don’t want any 9-5 job sitting around making money for some fat fuck that owns the company. I don’t want to spend 6 years of my life paying out money to an educational institution so they can cause me stress daily, for a piece of fucking paper that says I’m a master at some sort of bullshit, which then doesn’t even guarantee me a fucking job to keep a fucking roof over my head. I don’t even want a fucking roof over my head. I want the moon and the sun and the stars and the tops of trees to be what I look at when I go to sleep. I want mother earth back and to take a deep breath and smell grass and plants and animals, not the vapor that fumes endlessly from stacks in the sky and the cars that rule the ground. I want to tear down and dismantle the establishment I was born into. I want to protest and scream at the top of my lungs and change everything that is evil and cruel in this world. We are the generation of naivety, they are trying to keep us calm and sedated so we think nothing is wrong and there is nothing we can do, but fuck that shit. I want to give them hell fucking daily, make them wish they were never born and thought up this corrupt fucking system. Make them wish they never fucked with our generation and our planet. I want to do to them what they did to our earth, to our people, to our plants, to our animals, to our children. That’s what I want to be when I grow up. A mother fucking hell raiser. Bitch.
Hannah Parypa

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