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I once loved boys
who wanted to make me
into poetry
to eulogize my being,
tattoo me onto his paper,
tuck away my words
into thick letters and crisp envelopes.
I would not be his art,
so
I decided to make my own.
Michelle K., When Art Leaves an Artist (via wordsnquotes)
Source: thelovejournals.com
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She was never crazy, she just didn’t let her heart settle in a cage. She was born wild.. and sometimes we need people like her. For it’s the horrors in her heart which cause the flames in ours. And she was always willing to burn for everything she has ever loved.
R.M Drake (via amortizing)
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Daily reminder!
Source: amargedom
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It is better to be alone than to be with someone who can’t see who you are.
E. Lockhart, The Disreputable History of Frankie Landau-Banks (via wordsnquotes)
Source: wordsnquotes.com
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I used to dislike being sensitive. I thought it made me weak. But take away that single trait, and you take away the very essence of who I am. You take away my conscience, my ability to empathize, my intuition, my creativity, my deep appreciation for the little things, my vivid inner life, my deep awareness of others’ pain, and my passion for it all.
partyof5plus1.tumblr.com (via psych-facts)
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You’ll meet her, she’s very pretty, even though sometimes she’s sad for many days at a time. You’ll see, when she smiles, you’ll love her.
Source: wordsnquotes.com
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When we meet someone and fall in love, we have a sense that the whole universe is on our side. And yet if something goes wrong, there is nothing left! How is it possible for the beauty that was there only minutes before to vanish so quickly? Life moves very fast. It rushes from heaven to hell in a matter of seconds.
Paulo Coelho, Eleven Minutes (via minuty)
Source: minuty
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thegoodvybe
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I’m so tired of being told that it’s his loss. What did he lose? Did he lose the girl who cries in the middle of comedy movies because the sound of laughter is exhausting? Or the girl who keeps him up late because she doesn’t want to face the nightmares again? How is any of this a loss? To him he didn’t lose anything, he was finally set free.
I know I kept you caged, I just didn’t want to be alone. (via ifthenightcouldtalk)
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insufferablepessimist
XD After this one.
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How do I tell someone that is willing to love me… that I’m still in love with someone that broke my heart?
skinny-love11 (via wnq-writers)
Source: wnq-writers.com
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You tried to change, didn’t you?
Closed your mouth more,
tried to be softer, prettier,
less volatile, less awake
You can’t make homes out of human beings.
Someone should have already told you that.
Warshan Shire, For Women Who Are Difficult To Love (via alunit)
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Maybe that’s why people drift apart. They justify things they should be apologizing for.
fckedupfray (via wordsnquotes)
Source: wnq-writers.com
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“So, maybe nobody loves me. Maybe nobody will ever love me. But maybe it’s not about being loved by someone else.”
The Diary of a Teenage Girl (via amortizing)
Source: amortizing
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Please…
Source: amortizing
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Tears are words that need to be written.
Paulo Coelho (via goodreadss)
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