The Nixon Years

Find what you love & let it kill you.

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We both fell asleep on the floor, then I left you there
You spent so many days alone, so I’ll kill myself to make things fair
See I just hated being tired cause I can’t seem to sleep anymore
You and all your friends were all right about me all along

Do you sleep anymore?

I would love to be patient, but I just won’t wait
I’m getting sick and tired of the smile that I fake every day
I would love to speak my mind, but I can’t think straight
I would love to feel alive again, but I’m not used to change

Do you sleep anymore?

And if it make’s you feel better, I’ll be on my way
And all this time I sit around and think, but there’s nothing to say
And if you want to feel better, I’ll stay out of your way
And I would love to feel alive again, but I guess that can wait

Do you sleep anymore?

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— (via theminimalistwoman)
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"You can’t be happy unless you’re unhappy sometimes."
Lauren Oliver, Delirium (via quotestuff)
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Yoga in my backyard under the stars. I am happy.
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Maya Angelou 
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"

I read her eyes like
paragraphs and her tears
like chapters
for she didn’t have much
to say with words, but rather,
silence.

And never let them tell you
that silence, isn’t beautiful.
For silence is what happens
when words fall asleep
and you must carry the belief
that one day they will
wake up inside of you.

"
Christopher Poindexter
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