Dear Diary, I got fucked.
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You will burn and you will burn out; you will be healed and come back again.
Fyodor Dostoyevsky (via acynicalcunt)
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I don’t know a perfect person. I only know flawed people who are still worth loving.
John Green (via funpoolparty)
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I still catch myself feeling sad about things that don’t matter anymore.
Happiness is not something ready made. It comes from your own actions.
People will kill you over time, and how they’ll kill you is with tiny, harmless phrases, like ‘be realistic.’
Love is a temporary madness, it erupts like volcanoes and then subsides. And when it subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots have so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not excitement, it is not the promulgation of promises of eternal passion, it is not the desire to mate every second minute of the day, it is not lying awake at night imagining that he is kissing every cranny of your body. No, don’t blush, I am telling you some truths. That is just being “in love”, which any fool can do. Love itself is what is left over when being in love has burned away, and this is both an art and a fortunate accident.
― Louis de Bernières, Captain Corelli’s Mandolin (via justbesplendid)
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I can’t explain what I mean. And even if I could, I’m not sure I’d feel like it.
J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye (via wovenbluebelles)
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