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We are products of our past but we don’t have to be prisoners of it.

Rick Warren (via quotemadness)

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She’s what your thoughts can consume and your mind will never get tired of it.

Fawaz maarouf (via quotemadness)

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There are things that have to be forgotten if you want to go on living.

Jim Thompson (via quotemadness)

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Paradise.

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A little excerpt from “Milk & Honey” by Rupi Kaur 💓 - dp 🙌

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I can’t believe After he touched me Physically, mentally and spiritually He told me he was bad for me By the time you told me that, Your seeds were already Growing beneath my skin On my heart And in my soul Sometimes even when I’m alone I notice how much I’m like you now When I talk with my friends, I hear you from my own voice And do you know it? You think I’ve moved on But it’s hard when myself reminds me of you

Sacrificial love a.k.a loving someone else more than yourself (via timuulen)

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Sometimes you climb out of bed in the morning and you think, ‘I’m not going to make it.’ But you laugh inside, remembering all the times you’ve felt that way.

Charles Bukowski (via macrolit)

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I loved him more and more with every artificially sweetened word he fed me

L.S. (via writtenwithcoffee)

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No man chooses evil because it is evil; he only mistakes it for happiness, the good he seeks.

Mary Wollstonecraft, A Vindication of the Rights of Men (via philosophybits)

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One day, I plan to love so loudly, my body abandons every demon harvesting me.

Arati Warrier, “Alive” (via thelovejournals)

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What i’m learning is that growth is ugly. It’s not bubble baths and self-help books that teach you how to love yourself. It’s fighting, kicking and screaming against the self-doubt that weighs you down. It’s panicking at the possibility of failure while still moving forward anyway. It’s slowly peeling out of your skin and feeling the tenderness of a touch without armor. The process of growth is ugly, but it’s the product that makes it worthwhile.

a.m. // what i’m learning (via writingitdown)

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I’ve got a fire inside me and I can’t tell if the blaze is the result of passion or arson. It always was hard to distinguish love from fear.

a.m. // love and pain are one in the same (via writingitdown)

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She laughed so hard— so happy and loud as she sprinkled rainbow vibes around, and yet only the moon witnessed all her silent cries— whenever her heart felt lonely at night.

ma.c.a // Under the Stars (via vomitingwords)

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We wait Wishing for our chance to jump because so many of us have responsibility tied to our ankles we clipped our wings years ago buried the pages of fables put away our crayons the moment we got our driver’s license Blocked out our imaginations with our BIG words and plans for the future but the future is just an excuse for you not to do incredible things with your life right now The minutes are ticking; moments build up on themselves windows are here for you to know that other places exist on the other side of them Open the door break the glass Sleep on your roof tonight so you can slumber to the heartbeat of the stars that beat because someone, somewhere is on the other side of them wishing You don’t have to wait until tomorrow to go to the edge of the earth you don’t have to wait until you are in your bed dreaming before you wake up and let go.

Lacey Roop

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If we wait until we’re ready, we’ll be waiting for the rest of our lives.

Lemony Snicket, The Ersatz Elevator (via stellafawn)

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It’s not you. It’s anyone. Sometimes I don’t want anyone around. Some afternoons I lie on my bed and the light comes through the shutters on the floor and I think I never want to leave my own room.

Joan Didion, Run River (via thequotejournals)