“Note to self: You’ve gotta do this for you. This is for you. This isn’t about anybody. Live for you. Honor you. Never lose sight of that.”
— Unknown
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“Note to self: You’ve gotta do this for you. This is for you. This isn’t about anybody. Live for you. Honor you. Never lose sight of that.”
— Unknown
“I used to think the worst thing in life was to end up all alone. It’s not. The worst thing in life is to end up with people who make you feel all alone.”
— Robin Williams
I want more for myself. I deserve more for myself.
— Maria Eugenia Calderara, from Poems of Exile; “I Still Don't Know Your Name,”
sorry if this is too kinky but can you hold my hand and tell me i mean a lot to you.
Catherynne M. Valente, from her novel titled "Six-Gun Snow White," originally published in 2013
I think the purest form of love is just wanting someone to notice life with you. "taste this. look at that. hear this song." again and again. until you can't imagine noticing life without them.
Sorry I’m late I was touching soft moss on a stone wall
you deserve all the good things this world has to offer. you deserve the same love you give to people. you deserve kindness in all ways, you deserve everything you think you don't deserve.
waiting and waiting and waiting for what?
— Rati Saxena, from a poem titled "Mountain Nights," featured in Not a muse : the inner lives of women: a world poetry anthology (via lunamonchtuna)
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