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âHow you love yourself is how you teach others to love you.â
â Rupi Kaur; Milk and Honey
âThe hardest kind of resistance, is when youâre resisting yourself. When your heart want something, and your brain prevents it. When you want to cry, but you smile instead to protect your pride. When you feel like blowing up, but prefer to explode in your deepest depths, so no one around you can feel it.â
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resistance
the refusal to accept or comply with something.
I wonât kiss you. It might get to be a habit and I canât get rid of habits.
F. Scott Fitzgerald, âFlappers and Philosophersâ (via thelovejournals)
I am very tired of my own brain,
Gustave Flaubert, from a letter to Maxime Du Camp c. April 1854 (via violentwavesofemotion)
If I lived by the sea I would never be really sad. I get an immense sense of eternity and peace from the ocean. I can lose myself in staring at it hour after hour.
Sylvia Plath, from a letter to Aurelia Plath written c. July 1951 (via violentwavesofemotion)
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She loves rambling alone in her woods. She loves going out by herself at night. She loves hiding from callers. She loves walking among her trees and musing.
Virginia Woolf, from The Death of the Moth and other Essays; âMadame de SĂ©vignĂ©,â (via violentwavesofemotion)
Learn to say ânoâ without explaining yourself.
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