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No amount of verbose thoughts could define her. A living contradiction--lives in this world but not a mundane.
She's the only angel that got away.

This blog infuses her inner thoughts and reveals her secret garden. Her writings summed up the bewilderment of her world. A precarious hue but an encourager as well.

She is Mae. \m/
A daughter of the Star-breather.
Welcome to her balmy world! This blog divulges her own paradise.

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“They call you heartless; but you have a heart and I love you for being ashamed to show it.”

Friedrich NietzscheThus Spoke Zarathustra  (via poignantic)

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“The fact that music can induce goosebumps, draw a tear, inspire, & connect is one of my favorite parts of being a human.”

Mark Hoppus (via poignantic)

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“Next year I will not be the self of this year now. And that is why I laugh at the transient, the ephemeral; laugh, while clutching, holding, tenderly, like a fool his toy, cracked glass, water through fingers. For all the writing, for all the invention of engines to express & convey & capture life, it is the living of it that is the gimmick. It goes by, and whatever dream you use to dope up the pains and hurts, it goes. Delude yourself about printed islands of permanence. You’ve only got so long to live. You’re getting your dream. Things are working, blind forces, no personal spiritual beneficent ones except your own intelligence and the good will of a few other fools and fellow humans. So hit it while it’s hot.”

Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals Of Sylvia Plath (via violentwavesofemotion)

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