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Paris, France🗼
Can you remember who you were before people told you who you ought to be?
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2017, be good to me.
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on my first date with happiness,
i decided i had enough of
oversized black tshirts and loose black jeans
so i threw on a yellow sundress,
which i found after passing through my closet
like a raging hurricane;
as always, i was running late.
on my first date with happiness,
i decided i was going to let her
fall in love with my natural self
so i put down my concealer, mascara, lipstick and eyeliner.
and i ornament myself with rings and necklaces,
a spray of flowery, sweet perfume.
on my first date with happiness,
i decided i was going to let her in
so i told her my everything,
i was afraid, of course but
i knew i would have to, at least,
give her a chance
to get to know me,
i would have to give my tired self a chance
to stop being a fucking liar.
on my first date with happiness,
i said:
“hey, my name is sadness. but
i want to learn to be happy again.”
on my first date with happiness,
i let a little bit of life
reach my insides
after a whole long time
of having myself
against myself.
on my first date with happiness. (via sunsetico)
Pablo Carpio [Artstation]
She had a way of seeing the beauty in others, even, and perhaps most especially, when that person couldn’t see it in themselves.
J.K. Rowling, The Prisoner of Azkaba (via books-n-quotes)
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I mean, we’re all trying to find out who the hell we are, aren’t we?
Robert Ludlum, The Bourne Identity (via books-n-quotes)
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Book of the week: Thirteen Reasons Why by Jay Asher
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