You know who you are ❤️
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To my zero followers
I love that no one follows me on this damn app so that I can feel free to reblog or post whatever the hell I want without anyone wondering why I posted such shit. ~lakebaby1234
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One day we got tired, tired of chasing, of caring, of worrying… Not because we didn’t want more, but because the person didn’t value our efforts.
Daniel C. L. (via convertions)
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Everyone is afraid of something. We fear things because we value them. We fear losing people because we love them. We fear dying because we value being alive. Don’t wish you didn’t fear anything. All that would mean is that you didn’t feel anything.
Cassandra Clare, Lord of Shadows (via booksquoteslove)
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I see my world in your eyes.
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Your Main Course will turn out a lot better if you stop cooking the Side Dishes at the same time.
-Lakebaby
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I don’t want to be a part of a collection, I have way too much respect for myself. Even if it’s someone I’m just casually into, when they put eyes on someone else I’m done. If you can’t stay focused on me, it’s not the kind of love I’m looking for and I refuse to settle and be second or third best.
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Everyone deserves this!
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It’s risky, falling in love.“
“I know that,” I answered. “I’ve been in love before. It’s like a narcotic. At first it brings the euphoria of complete surrender. The next day, you want more. You’re not addicted yet, but you like the sensation, and you think you can still control things. You think about the person you love for two minutes, and forget them for three hours.
"But then you get used to that person, and you begin to be completely dependent on them. Now you think about him for three hours and forget him for two minutes. If he’s not there, you feel like an addict who can’t get a fix. And just as addicts steal and humiliate themselves to get what they need, you’re willing to do anything for love.
Paulo Coelho, By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept: A Novel of Forgiveness (via ohteenscanrelate)
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