Holding a sharp knife against perfect skin is like staring at a field blanketed in clean, unblemished snow. You want to stand back and admire it for its pristine beauty, but you also want to jump in and mess it the fuck up.

Before you know it it’s 3 am and you’re 80 years old and you can’t remember what it was like to have 20 year old thoughts or a 10 year old heart.

This is the scariest fucking text post I’ve ever read (via fuckinq)

If it’s any consolation, most of your 20 year old thoughts will turn out to be incredibly stupid and best forgotten… but the few important ones will stick around as long as you need them.

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