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And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.

F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (via quotethatword)

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“After he left, I cried for a week. And then I realized I do have faith. Faith in myself. Faith that I would one day meet someone… who would be sure that I was the one.” -Carrie Bradshaw  

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I knew it hurt him and he knew it hurt me and neither of us could do a thing about it. We sat on the floor trying to fix each other, all the while knowing there was no way we could. We lay with our legs entwined until finally he said, “I love you, right? God knows I fucking love you. But this isn’t working, is it? We’re breaking each other’s heart and it feels like we’re running on borrowed time.“ And I said nothing because he was right and I hated it. I lay there silently, hating the way everything contradicted itself. I lay there and hated it all.

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The stars were fading but it only made them more precious. I held on to them as long as I could.

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New piece, hope you like it! xo Lang 

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My NEW book Memories is now available via Amazon, BN.com + The Book Depository and bookstores worldwide.

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You know how every now and then, you have a moment where your whole life stretches out ahead of you like a forked road, and even as you choose one gritty path you’ve got your eyes on the other the whole time, certain that you’re making a mistake.

Jodi Picoult (via psych-facts)

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My heart had become a broken compass. Every time I tried to leave you, I always found myself running back into your arms.

Michael Faudet  (via lovequotesrus)

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Do you know how much thinking and feeling I’ve done? It’s terrible. And nothing’s come of it.

Andrei Platonov, Happy Moscow (via teenager90s)