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always remember that love will always come back to u. in a different form, different person, different hobby, different touch. but in any way, love will always come back.

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“Maybe we all have darkness inside of us and some of us are better at dealing with it than others.”

—

Jasmine Warga

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“We are fireworks, soaring into the sky to explode into an epiphany of colours only to settle on to the ground as burnt out ashes.”

— tara love / don’t blink or you’ll miss it

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“I will always be on the side of those who have nothing and who are not even allowed to enjoy the nothing they have in peace.”

—

Federico García Lorca

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I miss the way it used to be.

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“…But you mustn’t be sad about my sadness…I know I’ve done everything to detach you from me, and all my life when someone has become attached to me, I’ve done everything to make them back off.”

—

Albert Camus

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no offense but I’ve never gotten over anything that’s happened to me in my life

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“Be strong, saith my heart; I am a soldier; I have seen worse sights than this.”

—

Donna Tartt

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it was a very flowery day

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it was a very flowery day

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“When you come back you will not be you. And I may not be I.”

— E.M. Forster

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“She did not need much, wanted very little. A kind word, sincerity, fresh air, clean water, a garden, kisses, books to read, sheltering arms, a cozy bed, and to love and be loved in return.”

— Starra Neely Blade

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“You’re the only person I’ve ever met who seems to have the faintest conception of what I mean when I say a thing.”

—

Virginia Woolf

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I really wish anyone could understand

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“I’m sad; not the kind of sad that fades away next week or next month. The kind of sad that shows up one day ten years ago out of the blue and seems to stick with you. The kind you cannot seem to shake. The kind that no one ever talks about.”

— Lynette Simeone

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“We are like roses that have never bothered to bloom when we should have bloomed and it is as if the sun has become disgusted with waiting.”

— Charles Bukowski