That is part of the beauty of all literature. You discover that your longings are universal longings, that you’re not lonely and isolated from anyone. You belong.
━ F. Scott Fitzgerald (via caeruleas)

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the truth is that i am on a rock hurtling through an infinitely expanding vacuum of incomprehensible power and for me to assume that anything of that significance has any sort of plan for me or that any god is looking out for me is pathetically optimistic and presumptuous to a disgusting degree

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Roasted Sweet Potato, Wild Rice, and Arugula Salad