To be rather than to seem.

You'll figure me out, but I'll start you off. I'm Amber. I live in the USA, Connecticut to be exact. I'm 19 and a freshman in college. I've had a hard past, with many experiences I still have to live through. I'm only human and I use my blog to express my most inner emotions and thoughts. I write a lot of poetry and if you'd like to read, well, go ahead and take a peek. I value my friends more than anything, and I'm always open to meeting new people. I have a lot of love to give to anyone willing of feeling appreciated. And anyone out their who needs a friend, or just needs someone to listen... That's why I am here. I want to help as much as I can. Friend me on Facebook and always remember, you're beautiful.
~ Sunday, April 20 ~


Do you ever, all of a sudden, get this overwhelming wave of self hatred? Like suddenly you hate your body, every inch, your face, your voice, your smile, your laugh, your personality.. you just want to disappear because you can’t stand to be yourself.

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~ Wednesday, April 16 ~
Marry your best friend. I do not say that lightly. Really, truly find the strongest, happiest friendship in the person you fall in love with. Someone who speaks highly of you. Someone you can laugh with. The kind of laughs that make your belly ache, and your nose snort. The embarrassing, earnest, healing kind of laughs. Wit is important. Life is too short not to love someone who lets you be a fool with them. Make sure they are somebody who lets you cry, too. Despair will come. Find someone that you want to be there with you through those times. Most importantly, marry the one that makes passion, love, and madness combine and course through you. A love that will never dilute - even when the waters get deep, and dark.
— N’Tima (via wordsthat-speak)

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~ Monday, April 14 ~


Trusting people is becoming hard

Keeping my grades up is becoming hard

Feeling pretty is becoming hard

Thinking happy thoughts is becoming hard

Doing work is becoming hard

Maintaining a friendship is becoming hard

Doing everything is becoming hard and I don’t like it

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If Girls Hit On Guys Like Guys Hit On Girls - Video

It’s funny, because if a girl actually did something like this in public, they would be considered ‘sluts’.

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I remained too much inside my head and ended up losing my mind.
— Edgar Allan Poe, Complete Writings  (via awcas)

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“Here’s the thing about equality”

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~ Saturday, April 12 ~
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I want to kiss you so hard that you will never be able to get the taste of me out of your mouth.
— (via chanelwbu)

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~ Thursday, April 10 ~

I don’t know
At what point in my life
Words stopped having meaning;

It must have been
Somewhere between

When he screamed,
You’re worthless,
You cunt”

And when he whispered,
"I love you,
I love you so much”

— it’s not your fault i don’t believe you  (via suchvodka)

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~ Wednesday, April 9 ~


This show was so fucking deep…

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Chris Hardwick talks about censorship of women’s bodies and absolutely nails it.

The bleeping. The bleeping. I just. THEY ARE EXACTLY THE SAME WORDS. 

God bless

In addition….GRACE MOTHERFUCKIN HELBIG!!!!!!!!!!!!

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~ Wednesday, March 19 ~

My mouth hasn’t shut up about you since you kissed it.

The idea that you may kiss it again stuck in my brain, which hasn’t stopped thinking about you since well before any kiss.

And now the prospect of those kisses seems to wind me like when you slip on the stairs and one of the steps hits you in the middle of the back.

The notion of them continuing for what is traditionally terrifying forever excites me to an unfamiliar degree.

— Love letter from Alex Turner to Alexa Chung (via theflavorofthenight)

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