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People always leave, don’t get too attached.

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Ariana performing “Thank u, Next” at The Ellen Show

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im practicing non-attachment. accepting what comes and allowing it to leave when it’s time. what is for me will be for me effortlessly

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Clear your mind here

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“To whoever loves me next, I’m sorry if I’m afraid of you or if days of flirting turn to radio silence, without warning. I’m sorry if I make you say the words over and over and over until I believe them. (I’m sorry if I don’t believe them.) I will probably spend more time worrying about losing you than I spend trying to keep you. Trouble is, every single time I’ve ever thought something was too good to be true– I’ve been right. Understand, I will know how to be vulnerable with you, but I won’t know how not to regret it. And I have no idea how deep we’ll be into this relationship before I admit I’ve never done this before. Not really. Not in any way that counts. Before I admit that I know how to put my body inside someone else’s but not how to make it beautiful. I probably won’t be easy to love. Too many people loved me badly, I’m not sure I know how to do it right.”

— Ashe Vernon

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“Jealousy is a beautiful thing. Jealousy means I will tolerate no rivals. Jealousy means , when it comes to you, I am very fragile. It means I can be more than a stellar explosion at the slightest threat of losing you.”

— The Lunatic, The Lover, and the Poet

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Repeat after me. No matter what, I love my body. My muscles and nerves. Skin and Skelton. I love my body. I love the warmth of the sunlight on my shoulders. I love the way the water washes over it. I love my body. I love how it helps me express myself through voice, tears, movement, smiles and touch. I love my body. I love the sexual energy in my body. I love the heat between my thighs. I love to kiss and make love. I love my body. I love waking up and stretching all the tired muscles. I love to run, walk, climb and dance. I love my body.

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To whoever loves me next, I’m sorry if I’m afraid of you or if days of flirting turn to radio silence, without warning. I’m sorry if I make you say the words over and over and over until I believe them. (I’m sorry if I don’t believe them.) I will probably spend more time worrying about losing you than I spend trying to keep you. Trouble is, every single time I’ve ever thought something was too good to be true– I’ve been right. Understand, I will know how to be vulnerable with you, but I won’t know how not to regret it. And I have no idea how deep we’ll be into this relationship before I admit I’ve never done this before. Not really. Not in any way that counts. Before I admit that I know how to put my body inside someone else’s but not how to make it beautiful. I probably won’t be easy to love. Too many people loved me badly, I’m not sure I know how to do it right.

Ashe Vernon (via thelovejournals)

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I lost half of myself a long time ago. Then you came along and now the other half belongs to you. If you left then I would be no one at all. I would be a souless girl, living without a purpose or meaning.

What I’m trying to say is please don’t leave me (via @4100milesfromhome )

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