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“My hands are warmed by a cup of tea, outside it’s raining. I’m okay, and this day will be okay too.”

— Robin (via catrosin)

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I’m tired of girls trying to invalidate their own feelings during times of pain, especially to their friends. Your break up meant something. That friendship you lost was a hard blow. I understand why you feel tired this semester. Sometimes this “modern woman” stereotype is patriarchy’s last attempt; patriarchy disguised as feminism. You don’t have to be “wise beyond your years”; your pain and crying does not mean you are not intelligent. If you feel your friends demand justification for your pain and ordeals, they’re not friends. You’re strong but human. Remind yourself emotional space is part of liberation.

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“She was too quiet,or she was too loud.she took things too seriously,or not seriously at all.she was too sensitive,or too cold-hearted.she hated with every fiber of her being, or loved with every piece of her heart.there was no in-between for her.it was either all or nothing.she wanted everything but settled for nothing”

— Unknown

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Silver Linings Playbook (2012)

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We liked different music but the same movies. You ate the chocolate side of the cookie I never wanted even though you didn’t like it either. You were late to dinner on our anniversary and I never let you live it down. You were always hot and I was always cold and I hated the way you did your hair on the weekend. We had fun but when we weren’t having fun we were fighting. I’m lucky I met you and I’m lucky I left you.

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via weheartit

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I couldn’t even eat after a break up.

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- Lorelai Gilmore, Gilmore Girls

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Neck kisses, coffee dates, and midnight car rides.

(via karinathecuteitalian)

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You know when you’re driving in the rain and you go under an overpass and all the pounding just stops, and it only lasts a second, but in that moment the silence feels like forever? That’s what it’s like to be with you.

manilalight (via wnq-writers)

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I love unmade beds. I love when people are drunk and crying and cannot be anything but honest in that moment. I love the look in people’s eyes when they realize they’re in love. I love the way people look when they first wake up and they’ve forgotten their surroundings. I love the gasp people take when their favorite character dies. I love when people close their eyes and drift to somewhere in the clouds. I fall in love with people and their honest moments all the time. I fall in love with their breakdowns and their smeared makeup and their daydreams. Honesty is just too beautiful to ever put into words.

(via itcuddles)