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a girl who wants the best for you is the best for you

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hey yo

be nice to people

bc most people are already sad so like

why be mean

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And I must admit,

that I am not scared

of falling in love,

yet,

I am terrified

of being left out

just because

I am not

good enough.

Darkest Nights // ma.c.a

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if you’re ever scared you’re not a good person, remember that bad people don’t care about being better

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follow @nobodhy for amazing posts!!!!

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What's so special about her?

Nothing, it’s just that there’s nothing special without her.

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There’s NOTHING wrong with still living with your parent(s). Whether you’re in school, dropped out or graduated. Please take your time, especially if you’re not being pressured to move out. This is your time to really build a solid plan, save money and be sure you won’t have to return once you’re ready to move out. Do not let anyone pressure you because you’re in your 20s and still at home. It’s no joke out here. Believe me. Take your time baby.

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“So if I asked you about art you’d probably give me the skinny on every art book ever written. Michelangelo? You know a lot about him. Life’s work, political aspirations, him and the pope, sexual orientation, the whole works, right? But I bet you can’t tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You’ve never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling. Seen that. If I asked you about women you’d probably give me a syllabus of your personal favourites. You may have even been laid a few times. But you can’t tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy. You’re a tough kid. I ask you about war, and you’d probably, uh, throw Shakespeare at me, right? “Once more into the breach, dear friends.” But you’ve never been near one. You’ve never held your best friend’s head in your lap and watched him gasp his last breath, looking to you for help. And if I asked you about love you probably quote me a sonnet. But you’ve never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable. Known someone could level you with her eyes. Feeling like God put an angel on earth just for you…who could rescue you from the depths of hell. And you wouldn’t know what it’s like to be her angel and to have that love for her to be there forever. Through anything. Through cancer. You wouldn’t know about sleeping sitting’ up in a hospital room for two months holding her hand because the doctors could see in your eyes that the term visiting hours don’t apply to you. You don’t know about real loss, because that only occurs when you love something more than you love yourself. I doubt you’ve ever dared to love anybody that much. I look at you; I don’t see an intelligent, confident man; I see a cocky, scared shitless kid. But you’re a genius, Will. No one denies that. No one could possibly understand the depths of you. But you presume to know everything about me because you saw a painting of mine and you ripped my fuckin’ life apart. You’re an orphan right? Do you think I’d know the first thing about how hard your life has been, how you feel, who you are because I read Oliver Twist? Does that encapsulate you? Personally, I don’t give a shit about all that, because you know what? I can’t learn anything from you I can’t read in some fuckin’ book. Unless you wanna talk about you, who you are. And I’m fascinated. I’m in. But you don’t wanna do that, do you, sport? You’re terrified of what you might say. Your move, chief.”

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The monologue that ripped everyone apart.

Robin Williams in Good Will Hunting (1997)