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  • me: *plays music*
What the fuck is wrong with me.
You know that point in your life when you realize the house you grew up in isn’t really your home anymore? All of a sudden even though you have some place where you put your shit, that idea of home is gone…You’ll see one day when you move out it just sort of happens one day and it’s gone. You feel like you can never get it back. It’s like you feel homesick for a place that doesn’t even exist. Maybe it’s like this rite of passage, you know. You won’t ever have this feeling again until you create a new idea of home for yourself, you know, for your kids, for the family you start, it’s like a cycle or something. I don’t know, but I miss the idea of it, you know. Maybe that’s all family really is. A group of people that miss the same imaginary place.

Garden State (2004)

THIS FUCKING MOVIE IS EVERYTHING TO ME.

I’m okay with being unimpressive. I sleep better.
Garden State (via thelandofdavid)
I like you. So there’s that. I guess I have that.
Garden State. Dir. Zach Braff.  (via wordsnquotes)

applevevo:

listening to a sad song that has a nice beat

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When you are attracted to people, it’s because of the details. Their kindness. Their eyes. The fact that they can get you to laugh when you need it the most.
Jodi Picoult, Sing You Home (via psych-facts)

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